When I woke up at 1 am this morning, I was wide awake. This was most unusual. I get up several times throughout the night to pee. When I get back in bed, I’m out like a light. I sleep very well. Tonight, I was wide awake. I considered getting up when I noticed that my left glute was itching. Itching? That signals changes in the fascia. I did some manual work on it. I did some tennis ball work on the muscles on the left side of my back. Then I fell asleep again.
Yoga day. I got up latish at 6 am instead of 5:30. It made no difference. I couldn’t walk the entire 6,000 this morning anyway. As I get straighter, my inner thigh muscle, otherwise known as Michael’s muscle, because he was the one who injured it, was bothering me. After yoga, I asked Yvette if she could see that I was straighter. She gave an appreciative yes.
There were only three of us again for yoga this morning. I know some of the others are coming back. Two of the participants work at My Bar. They’re up late, and coming to an early morning class doesn’t work now that the bar is open again.
I heard Yvette yell at Elsa while we were doing yoga. I couldn’t see her. I thought she was heading for the fence to confront the dogs next door. No. She had pooped and then was licking it. She has never done that before. Yesterday, I gave her a little liquid from a tuna can and then let her lick the can clean. I think she smelled that tuna in her poop and couldn’t resist. Yvette picked up what she could and then covered the spot with a branch. She said it was going to have to hose it down. When she did, Elsa leaped in the spray as she always does. She was sopping wet. I got her inside and took advantage of the situation to bathe her. This is not her favorite activity ever.
I checked my email and then meditated. My leg bothered me enough that I couldn’t do the full forty minutes. I worked for the rest of the day on updating the blog and washing the floor.
John Zimmerman emailed me and then called to tell me he sent me a recipe for salmon patties. I had written in the updates that I didn’t like the salmon patties I had bought. This was a pack of frozen patties. He recommended I pan-fry instead of broiling them. Then add some lemon juice and mayonnaise. I think a little onion might help too. Meantime, I can use the recipe he sent me to make salmon patties from a can of pink salmon. I love salmon, but I didn’t like the taste of the canned stuff I bought at Costco. It’s fresh salmon I love; however, it’s served.
I asked John if he was following my drama with the insurance company. He told me that he only reads the parts of the updates that have to do with my well-being. It gives me comfort that people are watching out for me. As far as reading the whole update, I’m always surprised to learn that people do that.
I write the update primarily for myself. Before I met Mike, I kept a journal. I started one my freshman year of college when I was just seventeen and stopped when I met Mike. I started up again as Mike was preparing to leave me and have continued since he is out of my life. There are probably a variety of factors. I yakked Mike’s ear off with my day’s events and insights, pretty much as I am yakking off everyone’s ears now through the update. I like putting my thoughts into words. You may have noticed.
The man who came to look at the car the other day came back today to pay for the car – in cash. He was here promptly at 5:30 with an envelope full of money. Scott had come by to help complete the transaction. I am so lucky that I have so many people who are watching out for me. The title threw Scott. It’s from Ohio instead of Hawaii. The Hawaiian title has a tag that the seller tears off the form and brings down to the DMV. When this is delivered, the owner is freed from all liability.
We had a second problem with the form. The title is in my legal name, Elizabeth S. David-Ross, but the registration is in Betty D. Ross. The latter was made up by the jerk who sold us the car in Ohio. He just made up a name for me. I went out of my way to get it changed. However, I looked at my registration form since we had moved to Hawaii; it was made out to Betty D. Ross. I don’t know if this is going to create problems for the transfer of title. To avoid complications, I asked the buyer when he was going to go to the DMV. He said sometime next week. I told him to tell me when and I would go there with him if a problem arose—another loss of something from my life with Mike.
Yvette came in with the day’s mail. There was just one letter from Progressive. She knows what I have been going through with them. But it was a check repaying the money I had already laid out for the upcoming six months before I decided to change providers. However, I think it may be more than they said they would send. Again, no explanation. Is it too much to ask that someone at that company knows what the hell is going on?
When I went to walk Elsa, I noticed she was limping badly. This time it was one of her hind legs. I have no idea what she might have done. She wanted to go out nonetheless. Her leg problem didn’t stop her from fiercely barking and charging a passing dog. Fortunately, the other dog was civilized, unlike our neighbors’ dog. Their dog comes charging at the fence with murder in his eyes. God forbid he ever gets loose. He would kill Elsa in a shot. I don’t think I’m fast enough anymore to be able to protect her.
For my evening meal, I took out the remains of a large package of frozen chicken and spinach wontons. I was planning to make a few, but I wound up with a mass of wontons all frozen together. My original thought was to pan-fry a few. I poured some olive oil into the pan and dropped the whole weight in at once. Mind you. I dropped the mass in the pan before heating the oil. I tried to work with this arrangement for a minute. I could hear Mike groaning as he watched me at my culinary best.
Seeing that plan A would get me nowhere, I filled a pot with water, dumped the mass in it, and turned on the heat. With the water boiling, the mass fell apart pretty quickly. Then I did heat the oil left in the pan from my first attempt, scooped out some wontons with a slotted spoon, and pan-fried them. The wontons didn’t look the best anymore. They had broken apart, but they were still tasty.
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Musings:
I saw a Facebook post announcing to people of color that they should get their act together before she extended any sympathy for their plight.
There are people of color, POC, who do not have their lives together. There are also people of every race, religion, and nationality who have members who do not have their lives together. A significant number of people of color do live honest, hardworking lives. Many of those people are handed roughly (euphemism) by the police. There have been cases of lawyers, college professors with guns pointed to their heads just because they looked suspicious, i.e., they have colored skin. These people had their lives together.
POCs have been picked up for minor infringements. I have heard reports that the halls of Wall Street were awash in drugs. How many of those upper-middle-class whites got arrested no less manhandled in the process?
Just because there are members of the community who don’t behave well, even kill, even kill members of their community, doesn’t mean that the police should be allowed to treat people with the same disregard. Do we say that because there are criminals in a community, the police should behave as the criminals behave? Sounds like lopsided logic to me.
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