I completed my 6,000 steps easily before yoga this morning. I worked on pushing the right hip to the left and forward, freeing the left leg. I could lift it higher as I walked. It also does some interesting stuff to the muscles of my left leg.
There were six for yoga this morning. Because Elsa hadn't finished her breakfast before we started, I set her bowl by the door. Deb would let her out when the slurping sound stopped. Once out, she ran to me first. Then ran to each student to say hello, and make sure she got in their required pats.
When I spoke to Dorothy while on my morning walk, she complained about her new glasses. She said she felt a need to have her glasses set at an angle. She has never been able to get an optometrist to cooperate with her request. I told her, Wait! I'll call Sandor and Meaali'inani. If there is a solution to your problem, they will know it. I texted Sandor after yoga. I then called Dorothy to share the information. While we were on the phone, Sandor called. I merged the calls. He knew immediately what the problem was. He told Dorothy hers was the most common complaint about glasses. The frames had to be set, so the bottoms of the frame were closer to the checks. The optometrist is trained to do this. He warned her not to do it herself because it involved changing the frames at its most vulnerable point, the hinge. Dorothy tried tilting her glasses to check. Dorothy saw that he was right on the money. She has been wearing glasses since she was a young child. This is the first time she got a satisfactory response. Ah!
I did a short meditation and headed down to town. I mailed one large package of books to St. Patrick's and then went to the bank. I received a letter from them telling me I had an overdraft. This was the amount that was transferred from my old account to my new one. I had made that change to make sure the scammers had no access to my money. I had to wait to speak to a customer service representative. I got the same woman who had changed the accounts for me. She said this was a proforma letter designed to protect my old account. Really? Now, why didn't she tell me that I would be receiving this letter? She also told me that she needed a copy of Mike's death certificate. The old account was a joint account. I was hanging on to it, just in case, and more importantly, it was something I still shared with Mike. Bit by bit, he is being peeled off my life.
While at the bank, I checked if Venmo had successfully made two deposits and one withdrawal from my account. It's an interesting way to check that the account numbers are correct before things get out of hand.
I found the necessary window at home and entered the amounts deposited, affirming the numbers were correct. I then texted my client, telling her I was in. She told me to send her the 'information she needed to deposit her payment into my account. What information? Too much new to learn. What happened to just sending a check in the mail?
I sat down to sign up for the Sept Up Tutoring program. I got stuck pretty quickly. I was able to get their tech support person, Julia, on the phone. We must have talked for an hour while she took me through all the steps. There is no way I could have done this on my own.
Julia laughed a lot. She found me funny. I think most people do, but not many people laugh out loud. I miss Mike for that reason alone. He found me funny. Between the two of us, I was the funny one. Outside the house, he had a reputation for being funny on his own. As he was lying in the hospital, and we considered a very long recovery period, I would say to him,, "I'm good with everything as long as you keep finding me funny, let me love you and don't punish me because you're unhappy with you condition."
I spoke to my teenage boy, El, for the first time in two weeks. He had been suffering from a terrible ear infection, actually two terrible ear infections, one in each ear. This is the first time he has been well enough, out of pain, and able to hear.
When I do healing with people, I like to start with what annoys them the most at the moment. That shows me how to get into their psyches the best; I find it the least intrusive and the most effective. He couldn't think of anything that annoyed him. He was really in a peaceful place. I asked him if he felt that he was more self-sufficient. He said yes. Self-sufficient doesn't mean thinking you never need help from others; it means not desperately needing help from an outside source to feel okay in yourself.
He felt that his sense of well-being came from accepting that he was still a child and needed help from others. His family lived in a house that had a small downstairs apartment that was empty. He was allowed to move down there. I heard there were some problems with him oversleeping. He made the decision to move back upstairs, agreeing that he wasn't quite responsible enough yet. Amazing! We're talking about a sixteen-year-old boy. How's that for off-the-chart maturity?
Before he moved downstairs, he shared a room with his third-grade brother. His parents were working on creating a situation where he could have his own room. They wanted him to move back upstairs because they didn't like some of his behavior. The boy finally agreed. Wow! I know adults who aren't that mature and self-accepting.
The session was just fifteen minutes, with our sitting paying attention to his good feelings feeling. When the alarm went off, signaling our time was up, he asked, "Is it over already?"
I received emails from my Step-Up Tutoring contacts telling me to sign into Remind's program. Oh, boy. Fortunately, the program has a tech person on staff to take clutzes like me through the paces.
Judy called. Today was Luke's third birthday. Luke is severely handicapped. He still functions like a two or three-month-old child. There has been some progress. He can turn over on his own, but that is it. Luke is missing a good part of his brain. This is a result of a genetic mutation, FoxG1. He is in an amazing situation. His family adores him as he is and is happy just to make him happy. Another Wow! Judy and Paulette were taking Luke to church for his birthday for a charismatic prayer group. Luke loves being at church.
I got nothing done on the article today. With my new and improved internet connections, I watched Netflix's Roadkill. It's not scary. It reminds me a little of the Australian show Rake, which was a blast. Roadkill is not a comedy, so not as much fun.
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