Friday, March 5, 2021

 Friday, March 5, 2021

            

            I had a lousy night's sleep. The day's events upset me, and I couldn't calm myself. It wasn't quite as bad as the incident with the trees. I didn't have to get up in the middle of the night and watch a bad movie. I slept the sleep of the insomniac. 

            After my morning walk, I called the credit card company. Between the church having no record of my giving and the mysterious cancellation of my payments in November, I was concerned about what was going on. Had some scamming sites set up an imitation of the church site? I know that they had sent around bogus emails in Fr. Lio's name saying he needed financial help. I was hoping they could give me an Internet address other than the church name and location. They couldn't. The only option was to file a disputation claim. If it arrived at the church, we would know that the payments were legit; if not, they would track down the receiver. The church needed that information as much as I did. 

            At 9 am, I called the church. I reported the situation. I was told that the person in charge would call me back. The person on the other end of the line planned to hang up on me because they couldn't hear me well. I had to yell to get them to listen to me. I wanted to warn them that they would get a letter of disputation. 

            I had a session with D at 11:30. He had a new tablet, one his grandmother gave him for his birthday. As it wound up, it was her old seven-year-old tablet; she was buying herself a new one. It will serve D well for video games, but the mic was dysfunctional. It added vibration to his voice that made his speech unintelligible. I spent much of our time figuring out what he was saying. We did get through three items from the Barnell Loft  Drawing Conclusions book. He wasn't as bad as when we did the exercise the first time, but I had to push him to look back and explain what words in the paragraph supported his conclusion. Meaning doesn't have too much meaning for this kid, but we can get there.

            I got a call from Pam from the church later in the day. She said she would have Peter, or was it Paul, contact me. He's in charge of the online payments. He found the statement of my payments immediately: each week from January through November. Pam called me later to tell me it was all straightened out; she would send me a payment statement for my 2020 taxes.

            I got out of the house today. I went to the vet to pick up medicine and food for Elsa. I rolled down the hill to Costco after leaving there. I tried again to pick up vinegar. The parking lot was jammed, and the checkout lines were long. If I could get vinegar, it would be worth the wait on the line. They were out.

            I needed a nap when I came home after my lousy night's sleep. I set my alarm for my four pm class. I was set up: I sent the invitation, pulled up the files I would need for the session, and texted the mother that I was ready. Nothing. I called, No response. I know mom is a nurse and is often called into work. I am sympathetic. I abandoned the site and went about my business. At 5 pm,  I was still waiting for a return call explaining the missed class. We had missed it on Monday because of a birthday party- understandable.

            After my experience with A's mom yesterday, I checked my Venmo account to see who's been paying. No, I don't do this for the money. I do this primarily for the activity, but I don't mind the money. I am happy to do a sliding scale. There are people I also do for free. The pay clients I get from my Craig's list ads. More than unpaid charges, I object to the treatment. It's disrespectful. That hurts.