Saturday, September 19, 2020

            I got up at six and just walked up and down the block. I wanted to have Elsa fed and be ready for driveway yoga by 7. 

            I did in an asana today I hadn’t done before. While on all fours, I lifted the opposite arm and leg.  I could do it easily using my left arm and right leg. But the other side, oh boy.  I almost fell over.  I did it several times and experienced some improvement. The muscles are weak, but the goal of finding the weak muscles and strengthening them. On that note: I want to tell you that I have been keeping up the practice of doing 10 plies and releves each time I stand up from a seated position.

            After I had my two cups of water and pretzels, yeah, I know, not the best breakfast, I prepared to do weeding between the plumbagos and the neighbor’s fence. I do an eight-foot section at a time.

            I got the 2-gallon spray bottle off the lanai, where it was standing, so I could continue washing the fixed screens. I came across an unexpected gift from Elsa, loose no less. The first order of the day was cleaning that up. I sprayed water on the gifts and vacuumed them up with the Rainbow vacuum cleaner. There is nothing that can replace the Rainbow for this job.  I also dumped some enzyme solution on those spots. 

            I dumped the remaining water out of the spray bottle, took it outside, and filled it in with white vinegar. I sprayed some weeds in the front yard and then went down below to work the strip. I didn’t have too much to do on the strip for today, but it was difficult because I was dealing with the thorny asparagus fern.  I pulled what I could and sprayed the rest.  

         As I walked the stretch back to the house, I hit weeds that were already making a comeback. There were some haole koas I could cut down through an opening in the fence. I picked up the larger clipper from the front of the house and went back down to do what I could. 

            I showered when I came in. I was exhausted. So exhausted, I didn’t want to speak on the phone, and my mind wasn’t clear enough to write.  I napped.

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Musings:

            In this era of blossoming anti-intellectualism, Dorothy made an interesting observation. She said throughout history, those who could write had power. Their ability to write gave them that power. 

            I would imagine that scribes were a few people who worked in the service of their rulers in historical times. These scribes served at the pleasure of those who were more powerful.

            Now, the intellectual class has become a force of its own.  Moreover, “intellectuals’ are considered, or consider themselves, better than those who are not intellectuals.  One can see why that would make those who serve society with their manual labor would be pissed. 

            Arrogance! One of man’s biggest sins, assuming that what “I’ do or what “I” am is better than what someone else does or is.  I am not hopeful that we will ever learn. Death by arrogance!   As I think about it, none of us like to be corrected by someone who knows more than we do. What a species!