Monday, May 24, 2021
I only needed one sweatshirt this morning on my walk. Summer must be just around the corner. I'm also noticing that my coconut oil is starting to melt. During the colder months, coconut oil is solid; in the warmest months, it's pure liquid.
Today, my leg and hip felt good. I'm never in a great deal of pain, just that nerve pain. Is it because a nerve is pinched due to my arthritis, or is a nerve entrapped in dried-up fascia? One is only soluble with surgery; only fascia release can resolve the other. Of course, fascia release takes time.
The solar company arrived today for the solar installation. They started on the roof. I was feeling sad about having my beautiful roof defaced with those panels. I heard them drilling and banging on the roof as I sat in my living room typing away. When it was all done, it looked just fine. They lined up the ten additional panels with the roof ridge. It looks neat and orderly, and symmetrical. Do I hear Mike's voice coming through?
At eleven am my time, I had my reading support session with one of the tutors from Step Up Tutoring. I was supposed to have two people today, but one canceled. The woman with whom I spoke had no experience teaching. She was working with a third-grade girl who was having problems reading. Ellie was a wonderful student. She told me that she had difficulties learning to read and saw how this system could help her improve her reading. As I explained the method to her, I kept running into barriers. The process, which I usually think of simple, seemed so complex. I was somewhat flummoxed and made mistakes. I gave Ellie the spiel about just starting with something simple as I had.
I started with a girl's name. Paolo was a second-grade nonreader. All she knew was her name. Remembering the principle I learned in my Alphabetic Phonics training, I worked from the known to the unknown. If all she knew was her name, that's what I would start with. It was a week or two before the end of the school year when I started doing this. I don't remember how she responded. It must have been enough to give me the confidence to do it with other children and subsequently develop the system and make it my primary mode of teaching the aspect of reading known as decoding.
I had an appointment with the Vet at one pm. Humans are required to stay in their cars. I pulled into a parking space, called the receptionist, and waited. A vet tech came out to pick up Elsa and ask about my concerns. Today, the doctor came out to talk to me before getting Elsa back. She said she had an ear infection, and her skin lesions were infected too. She gave her a long-term ear treatment and put her on an antibiotic for the various infections and a pain killer for her ear. She also told me that I wasn't to give her the pills I had been giving her for her skin lesions. She had given her another long-term injection to address that problem. The pills I gave her reduced her immune system, which was counter-indicated given her infections and the antibiotic she prescribed.
At no point did this good doctor tell me my choices and how much it all cost. She just went for it and handed me the bill. I was a little shocked. I might have agreed to it all, but I was never asked. I had a friend, who does have financial issues, tell me she had similar experiences with this vet services. The head doctor, the owner, always discussed options with her before prescribing. He understood that she had financial issues and would prefer the less expensive route. Both the injection for Elsa's ear infection and the one for her skin infection were high-cost solutions. She had the ear infection injection once before; that's how I knew that. By the time the doctor mentioned it to me, it had already been administered.
I only had two tutoring sessions scheduled for today; the one for adolescent D was canceled. He had a Boy Scout meeting. I was delighted. I was suffering from burnout. It all seemed too hard for me.
I had an appointment with I. We worked on writing about Justin Bieber, her obsession. She wanted to write about how he became famous. He posted some performances on YouTube at thirteen, and someone saw it and recognized his potential. Mom gave no thought to her son being thrown into the limelight, but she did have thoughts about putting him in the care of Scooter Braun because he was Jewish. She wanted a Christian. Now Bieber's mother may not have explicitly been anti-Semitic versus feeling she could trust someone of her religious persuasion more. To her credit, she finally did accept Braun's offer to work with him.
I've seen that bias before. I had a casual friend who wanted counseling for her daughter. She knew I did healing. She wasn't opposed to my method, but she wanted a "Christian" counselor. She found one for her daughter. I later found out that the "Christian" counselor did more harm than good. There's no easy way to dodge dodgy practices.
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Musings:
Marx on the damage of property ownership: It switches our focus from character and relationships to material acquisition.
I was shocked to learn specific facts about Marx's thinking. He wanted the state to be the sole owner of property because he felt it was the ownership of property dehumanized humanity. It dehumanized the wealthy as well as the poor. To a certain extent, I can see his point.
The turning point for humanity was ownership. At that point, our focus turned to personal accumulation of things versus a common concern about the community. Marx may have had his finger on the pulse of truth; it's just his solution that was way off.
Before man started planting crops, necessitating landownership, no one owned property. However, it wasn't the state that lay claim to the vast landscape; it was God. To make the state, the owner elevated it to God status. That became literal. Oy vey!
Poor confused Marx. And heaven protect us from all those who buy into this understanding of how to cure man's ills. Good try, no cigar, Karl baby.
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