Thursday, December 24, 2020

            Weird turned-down day. I felt I was running on a pilot light instead of a fully-lit burner like I did almost nothing all day, but that wasn't true. I had a session with M and one with J. I checked out the list of parts Sears had replaced against the list Conrey wants to order. It's clear to me they're not the same. I resolve to challenge Sears's decision to give up trying to repair the stovetop. They have already signed off on a replacement. From what I can make out, they replaced the same part three times. I want them to try out Conrey's proposed fix before I give up. Why should I spend $500 when I can get it for free with the Master Protection Plan?

            M's mom texted me before the session, asking me to work on inferencing rather than the story. She told me that M spent the half-hour before our session telling her mom that she didn't want to work on the story. A few minutes before she responded to the Zoom link, I reviewed the story she started last week and decided it was too complex. She was talking about someone who was there and not there at the same time. When we were on Zoom, I told her what her mom had said and proposed that we start a new story, one that was about something that actually happened to her.   She told the story of a family trip to the beach. There were places where I had to push her to give concrete details and places where she took off and did a perfect job.

            I was supposed to meet with J at 12:30 my time, 2:30 his time. He didn't show up. I texted him and then his mom. Finally, I heard from him. He was cleaning his room. I assured him we didn't have to meet; it was Christmas Eve. He wanted to work on a story. It was a short one. This was the first time I didn't have to provide the prompts to get a topic: he had something in mind. We were done in half an hour.

            I did some work on the updates, I meditated, but mostly I sat and played Free Cell, did the NY Times Mini Crossword Puzzles, and ate chocolate.   I watch Tiny Pretty Things. It has a terrible script; the acting is poor because the primary requirement for these 'actors' was to be phenomenal ballet dancers; they all are that. There is lots of dancing. The choreography was wonderful.  

            I contacted Damon to ask if he could organize a Zoom get-together for Christmas. He suggested a small group instead of the larger one we had for Thanksgiving.