There was no alarm to wake me today. When I did wake, the sky was light already. I heard the gate being rolled closed. "Wow! I slept till 6?" I assumed it was Josh closing the gate on his way to work; that's what he usually does.
I got up, dressed, and headed to the door to walk for forty-five minutes to an hour before our Saturday morning yoga. When I got to the door, I saw students on their mats, ready for yoga. That meant it was already seven. I slept till 7!!! Holy cow! I haven't done that in years. The night before, I had struggled to sleep. Last night, I slept like a baby.
I was cold enough during the night to pull a blanket from Mike's side of the bed over me. I had put on long pants and a heavy sweatshirt. I thought I would need an additional sweatshirt for the yoga. Yvette recommended I bring out a blanket to cover myself when lying down. We were prone for most of the class. When the class ended, Elise passed out a dessert she had made. Some citrus pudding of some sort. She is supposed to leave for Paris for three weeks to visit her family. She announced that she had gotten notice that her flight had been canceled. She didn't know why. It could be that there weren't enough passengers to make the flight worthwhile, or maybe France is refusing visitors from America. She'll let us know.
After the class was over, Yvette said she felt leading the driveway yoga is how she takes care of me. It makes it possible for me to do yoga regularly. The class offers more than that. It provides me a group to be part of. And these folks all celebrated my birthday with me, giving me gifts no less. The four-foot unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail is still perpetually leaping from my sofa, where Yvette anchored him. It's a source of surprising delight.
Since I hadn't done any walking before yoga, I made a point of walking a thousand steps in the house every hour. I also pulled more books to send to the seminary. It's amazing how many books I found, given I had already searched this section once before.
In anticipation of presenting a workshop to the Step Up Tutoring program tutors on the method I developed for teaching decoding, I asked Dorothy if I could go through the presentation with her. She said, "Give me fifteen minutes." Working with Dorothy is the best I have had from anyone. She corrects not just missing commas; she makes sure that everything makes sense.
Mike always read what I wrote. While I asked him to check if what I wrote made sense, all he did was make sure that I had clear referents and all the appropriate commas. I felt a little deserted. I don't know if he did that because he was careless, because it made sense to him the way it was or because he didn't want to take me on. But now, I have Dorothy. She is doing an amazing job. I don't know if I have told her how appreciative I am of her help.
Elsa's fur is snow-white these days. She wasn't this white when we first got her. The breeder described her as white and apricot. Winds up, she's apricot when she has an infection. She must have had skin lesions when we got her. It took us a while to realize that. We put her on special food and pills. They didn't do much. I started bathing her in special soaps that had to stay on for 10 to 15 minutes before being rinsed off. Not a favorite moment for Elsa.
I added coconut oil to her food and then added Makes No Claims (Intrasound) once a day. I also mixed her prescription food with Dr. Marty's. The combination is working. Her skin is clear.
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