I was exhausted and went to bed early last night. I know exhaustion is a sign of Covid. To be on the safe side, I texted Yvette the password for my phone. I don't want anyone to be in my position when Mike died, not knowing my passwords.
Elsa and I did a long walk this morning. Besides getting pretty far, I zigzag my way up, getting extra steps. I spoke to Dorothy most of the walk. Then she got off to get lunch, and I called my friend Jean. She is dealing with the after-effects of chemo. She said it is bothering her throat, and there are times when she just can't speak. It was good to make contact with her.
It was almost 7 am when I got back from the walk. The gate to the driveway was already closed in preparation for driveway yoga. Elsa and I slipped in. I had to make her breakfast. I set it by the side door to hear when she was through with her food and let her out.
The first thing Elsa did when she got out was check on the other dogs. This is new. There were a lot of new dog moments today. Liner lay down on one side of me and Elsa on the other. I was petting two dogs while doing yoga. Elsa spent some time just lying by my side. That was unusual too. She usually demands to be pet. If she doesn't get it, she leaves to see if she can find another sucker for her charms.
Yesterday, I called Kealakehe Elementary school to speak to their tech support person on staff to see if I could get on Google Meet since it's the only program accepted by D.'s computer. I don't know why they would block Zoom. I forgot to ask at the time. Today, I called back to ask about Zoom. I learned that the Hawaii Department of Education blocked Zoom from all school-owned computers because Zoom was not secure. I know there were some bad incidents, but I thought they had improved the program to prevent such breakthroughs.
I finally called Progressive. What a racket! "Sorry, that information is confidential; we can't share it with our customers." The information involved is why there's an extra charge for adding Adam to my insurance. He did list the factors that determine the premium changes. I asked if Adam could get the information. They said no. It's confidential. Huh? Why would information on Adam be denied to Adam?
When I asked about the changes made. The agent said, "Well, you got the statement, and you accepted the changes." Customer beware. It is all on the customer to check if there have been any changes from their previous statement. The insurance company can slide in any increase they want without stating that on your policy renewal, no less giving you an explanation. It's absolutely crazy.
I asked about the mysterious reduction in the premium by $12 because of a change of education or occupation. It winds up it was because I had just been listed as retired. Mike and I were both retired before we signed up with Progressive. At $12 every half a year, that is $25 a year for one of us and would $50 a year for both of us. Over five years, that comes to a total of $250 we were cheated out of. No, I cannot get reimbursement. It was too long ago. It was the local agent's fault. She listed it as a recent change but did not backdate it, and it's too late to do it now. I'd better call Geico and see that I'm listed as retired with them.
As I spoke to the Progressive agent, I was having trouble getting words out of my mouth. I was reversing digits. Maybe I did have a stroke last night. Perhaps I do have Covid, and I'm heading downhill from here. However, I made it most of the way up the hill this morning while I talked to Dorothy.
The agent asked me if I had more questions. Yes, 10 more, but I wasn't up to taking on the next one. I'm sure all the answers will be the same. "It must be because. .. ." and "I'm sorry that information is confidential." What a racket!
There were long periods where the Progressive agent was off researching answers. I did some more vacuuming of the lanai rug during those breaks.
The young woman who used to live here contacted me to ask if I was available today. I said yes at first but decided I was feeling too lousy to do a luncheon date. Also, my throat is a little sore. Is this grief, or is this Covid? Yvette was out in the yard. I called down to tell her I felt lousy, like I had a hangover. She said she would be up in a minute. She was at my door with some healing patch in hand to help with a hangover. I told her about my newfound grief. I started to cry again. Boy, this grief has finally hit; it only took a year and a half. I'm letting everyone know where I'm at. It explains so much: why I look lousy, why I can talk properly, why I'm always tired, etc., etc. I remember from when my dad died; grief is exhausting.
I committed to a nap. My friend Melissa called just as I was waking up. Perfect timing.
Scott had bought a gable vent for the south side of the house. He bought a metal one at Home Depot. They were the only type they had. Anything metal rusts here. I purchased a metal security door painted white. It turned orange very quickly. I was going to do battle with nature but then decided that an orange door is as good as a white one. Scott said he has installed several of them. He paints them with Rustoleum before he installs them. At any rate, a gable metal is out.
Home Depot had one made of polyurethane online but not in the store. I check the specs. They give a lifetime guarantee to the house owner who makes the original purchase. That sounds good. It will have to be shipped here from somewhere. Then we'll pick it up at the store.
I had another response to my ad on Craig's list yesterday. The woman said she would call me today between 10 and 12. There was no response. I had earlier bites. Most of them never follow through. I had one follow-through, but he decided his son didn't want tutoring. The woman called t precisely 12 pm, she called.
She is one very concerned parent. Her child's teacher keeps saying she is just fine, but the mother feels she's behind in comprehension and writing. These parents are highly educated and want their children to be the same. I think they are applying too much pressure on her out of their anxiety. I may have to protect her from them. So many times, children need to be protected from their well-meaning parents.
When Dorothy and I were young, we were fortunate to spend 8 weeks in a sleep-away camp each summer. Besides the delight of being there, we were away from our parents. Dorothy said, "We had all their love and attention at the safe distance of two hundred miles." Isn't that the truth?
I vacuumed the kitchen and hall floors. I got something done.
I was exhausted and went to bed early last night. I know exhaustion is a sign of Covid. To be on the safe side, I texted Yvette the password for my phone. I don't want anyone to be in my position when Mike died, not knowing my passwords.
Elsa and I did a long walk this morning. Besides getting pretty far, I zigzag my way up, getting extra steps. I spoke to Dorothy most of the walk. Then she got off to get lunch, and I called my friend Jean. She is dealing with the after-effects of chemo. She said it is bothering her throat, and there are times when she just can't speak. It was good to make contact with her.
It was almost 7 am when I got back from the walk. The gate to the driveway was already closed in preparation for driveway yoga. Elsa and I slipped in. I had to make her breakfast. I set it by the side door to hear when she was through with her food and let her out.
The first thing Elsa did when she got out was check on the other dogs. This is new. There were a lot of new dog moments today. Liner lay down on one side of me and Elsa on the other. I was petting two dogs while doing yoga. Elsa spent some time just lying by my side. That was unusual too. She usually demands to be pet. If she doesn't get it, she leaves to see if she can find another sucker for her charms.
Yesterday, I called Kealakehe Elementary school to speak to their tech support person on staff to see if I could get on Google Meet since it's the only program accepted by D.'s computer. I don't know why they would block Zoom. I forgot to ask at the time. Today, I called back to ask about Zoom. I learned that the Hawaii Department of Education blocked Zoom from all school-owned computers because Zoom was not secure. I know there were some bad incidents, but I thought they had improved the program to prevent such breakthroughs.
I finally called Progressive. What a racket! "Sorry, that information is confidential; we can't share it with our customers." The information involved is why there's an extra charge for adding Adam to my insurance. He did list the factors that determine the premium changes. I asked if Adam could get the information. They said no. It's confidential. Huh? Why would information on Adam be denied to Adam?
When I asked about the changes made. The agent said, "Well, you got the statement, and you accepted the changes." Customer beware. It is all on the customer to check if there have been any changes from their previous statement. The insurance company can slide in any increase they want without stating that on your policy renewal, no less giving you an explanation. It's absolutely crazy.
I asked about the mysterious reduction in the premium by $12 because of a change of education or occupation. It winds up it was because I had just been listed as retired. Mike and I were both retired before we signed up with Progressive. At $12 every half a year, that is $25 a year for one of us and would $50 a year for both of us. Over five years, that comes to a total of $250 we were cheated out of. No, I cannot get reimbursement. It was too long ago. It was the local agent's fault. She listed it as a recent change but did not backdate it, and it's too late to do it now. I'd better call Geico and see that I'm listed as retired with them.
As I spoke to the Progressive agent, I was having trouble getting words out of my mouth. I was reversing digits. Maybe I did have a stroke last night. Perhaps I do have Covid, and I'm heading downhill from here. However, I made it most of the way up the hill this morning while I talked to Dorothy.
The agent asked me if I had more questions. Yes, 10 more, but I wasn't up to taking on the next one. I'm sure all the answers will be the same. "It must be because. .. ." and "I'm sorry that information is confidential." What a racket!
There were long periods where the Progressive agent was off researching answers. I did some more vacuuming of the lanai rug during those breaks.
The young woman who used to live here contacted me to ask if I was available today. I said yes at first but decided I was feeling too lousy to do a luncheon date. Also, my throat is a little sore. Is this grief, or is this Covid? Yvette was out in the yard. I called down to tell her I felt lousy, like I had a hangover. She said she would be up in a minute. She was at my door with some healing patch in hand to help with a hangover. I told her about my newfound grief. I started to cry again. Boy, this grief has finally hit; it only took a year and a half. I'm letting everyone know where I'm at. It explains so much: why I look lousy, why I can talk properly, why I'm always tired, etc., etc. I remember from when my dad died; grief is exhausting.
I committed to a nap. My friend Melissa called just as I was waking up. Perfect timing.
Scott had bought a gable vent for the south side of the house. He bought a metal one at Home Depot. They were the only type they had. Anything metal rusts here. I purchased a metal security door painted white. It turned orange very quickly. I was going to do battle with nature but then decided that an orange door is as good as a white one. Scott said he has installed several of them. He paints them with Rustoleum before he installs them. At any rate, a gable metal is out.
Home Depot had one made of polyurethane online but not in the store. I check the specs. They give a lifetime guarantee to the house owner who makes the original purchase. That sounds good. It will have to be shipped here from somewhere. Then we'll pick it up at the store.
I had another response to my ad on Craig's list yesterday. The woman said she would call me today between 10 and 12. There was no response. I had earlier bites. Most of them never follow through. I had one follow-through, but he decided his son didn't want tutoring. The woman called t precisely 12 pm, she called.
She is one very concerned parent. Her child's teacher keeps saying she is just fine, but the mother feels she's behind in comprehension and writing. These parents are highly educated and want their children to be the same. I think they are applying too much pressure on her out of their anxiety. I may have to protect her from them. So many times, children need to be protected from their well-meaning parents.
When Dorothy and I were young, we were fortunate to spend 8 weeks in a sleep-away camp each summer. Besides the delight of being there, we were away from our parents. Dorothy said, "We had all their love and attention at the safe distance of two hundred miles." Isn't that the truth?
I vacuumed the kitchen and hall floors. I got something done.
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