I woke up to acute urinary urgency. UTI? The last time I had an attack like this, it cleared up. I walked up and down my short street to be within reach of a bathroom if I needed one.
I had moved my car to the side of the driveway before my walk to clear it for Yvette’s driveway yoga. I set up my mat when I came home. Then, I felt so lousy that I didn’t participate in the class. Lying down flat, relieving the pressure of gravity, was more comfortable. I watched a video Dorothy sent me of a couple improvising dance. I looked for more of that on YouTube. There are competitions for improvisational dance. I would think the dancers have to audition for this competition to participate. All the dancers I observed might be professionals. The couple is matched right on the screen. They can choose whether to dance to fast or slow music. There is no time to prepare. They have to follow each other’s moves and add their own touches.
When the AZO kicked in, I felt much better. I headed downtown to drop off my donation to Memory Lane. As Scott promised, there were two men out front to help unload the car. They gave me a receipt form. I drove to Kia. I had been promised a tutorial on the various gadgets in the car. The saleswoman, Paulette, sat in the car with me without a mask. I mentioned that hers was missing. She said I had one on, and that protected me. I dealt with it by leaving the car doors open. This is unusual for Hawaii. Most people are cooperative. It’s not like in Ohio. A friend of mine tells me that a substantial number of people in her neck of the woods refuse to wear masks and scowl at people who do. Wonderful!
When I got home, I plugged in the car and took a long nap. When I got up, I still felt like a deflated balloon. I sat and meditated nonstop, hoping something would change. I remember thinking that if Mike died, I would go on an extended meditation retreat. I guess I’m doing that now.
I didn’t feel different after sitting for an hour or so, but when I got up, I got some stuff done. I took the clothes off the laundry line, folded them, and put them away. Then, I emptied another drawer of shirts that had been sitting there untouched for five years and tossed them into the laundry.
Then, I got to work on the PowerPoint slide show for the cover image for the Phonics Discovery System audio file. August couldn’t work with what I had given him and had no idea how to make a PowerPoint slide. He said he couldn’t convert the single still slide to the YouTube cover shot. It had to be a video. The first thing I tried was taking a video of the still shot. August told me that the print was too small. I tried to make several slides but didn’t know how to format them. I also couldn’t find anyone who could help me. I looked online. I saw videos that told me how to use PowerPoint, but none told me how to format a single slide differently, which I needed. I did what any twelve-year-old would do; I started hitting all the buttons to see what would happen. Hey, I found what I needed to reformat a single slide. I figured it out. I distributed the information that I originally had on one slide onto three. Elsa and I went for our walk. I was satisfied with the day. I had done something.
Judy called while she was on her way to the doctor to get a check-up before getting her colonoscopy. She has to have one once a year for the next five years to ensure the cancer is gone. She told me that her sister Paulette took a nasty fall and landed on both her knees. One knee was slightly bruised, and the other was a total mess. It was severely swollen. Judy asked if I had a crutch she could use. No, but I had a walker. I could get one from Memory Lane for free tomorrow for her. Judy said she would try.
I called Paulette. She had tripped walking into her house with her arms loaded with trays of food she was preparing for the homeless. She and Judy make food for the homeless once a month. Judy delivered the food, and Paulette stayed home and nursed her knee. I called the number listed for Memory Lane. It was disconnected. I told Judy to pick up my walker on her way home. That way, Paulette could use it for the night.
After, Elsa and I went on our walk. I had started watching Marcella on Netflix last night. I thought it might be something I could watch, but it got weirder and weirder. I tried a few other shows; they were also weird, disturbingly weird. Where are the more straightforward, less disturbing shows? Why does every show have to have a psychologically disturbed person or persons? I finally found a movie called “The Healer” about a poor schmuck who discovers he’s got the gift of healing and freaks out. He doesn’t have much time to consider the changes to his life that come with this gift and rejects it. Later, he regrets having done so. Through some miracle, he regains the gift of healing.
