I made it pretty far up the hill this morning, further than I have been. Elsa walked behind me as we walked away from the house and pulled me when we were headed back home. Of course, she would get breakfast when we got there.
The day's big event was the Live Session with the Step-Up program. I got in a little late because I was confused about how to connect. I was looking for an invite in today's mail. I realized I had gotten a confirmation when I signed up, containing the Zoom invitation. Sure enough, there it was.
When I did get in, the video was up. I had figured out how to get that working. However, my audio didn't work. The host, Laura, kept telling me to click a button to be heard. I know about the mic; I clicked on it, on/off/on/off. Nothing made any difference. I wondered if I hadn't clicked on audio when I first entered the meeting.
There must have been something like twenty people. Most were in their twenties. Two or three were old enough to be my children instead of my grandchildren. As I suspected, the people running the program were all in the former group.
I did learn a few essential things. Jamboard, which they recommend using, is available to me as a Step Up Tutor for free. I also learned it would be up to two months before I could participate because the criminal background check for folks outside California takes that long. There were a couple of others like me in that category.
I felt self-conscious about my age. I think it is called a hidden bias, not against race, in this case, but against age. My inability to connect on Zoom didn't add to my creds.
As many of you know, I developed most of my methods. While they work, they, or I, are not always well received because they are unfamiliar. People are wary of the unfamiliar. They would only have my word that they work.
While working in Ohio, one teacher said I had a 'genius for teaching.' However, two other people referred to me as a quack. Mind you, they thought I was effective, and they loved me as a person. They were just uncomfortable with the unfamiliar. In that situation, I didn't feel bad because I was secure with my place and the staff's regard. In this case, I am scared I will be sent to a corner with a dunce cap on for my bad behavior. It doesn't feel very good.
I found an announcement on Linkedin that my niece Karin had been promoted in her job at Microsoft in Seattle. Congratulations, Karin. When I mentioned it to my sister, she told me that Karin's husband, David, was also promoted. Some people are doing well despite the impact of Covid, at least for the time being. Some people are doing better because of the effects of the virus. There are always unexpected consequences.
I did some vacuuming of the lanai carpet today. I do that only on the days Josh is not home. He is sound-sensitive. He works hard, and his two days off are precious. I did one section with water, which I vacuumed with my Rainbow. There was less dirt than I expected. Maybe it wasn't worth washing the carpet and risking removing any stain-proof chemicals applied in the manufacturing process. I continued vacuuming the rug without the water. I use the furniture attachment with the highest suction on the machine.
My prickly heat rash was fierce today. I had put on another application for the essential oregano oil. Man, that burned. I think I can only use it on closed bumps. The first application is good. After that, it's too much and only makes matters worse. I tried Makes No Claims and Dr. Willard's Water. Neither of those did much for me either. I suspect this rash may be a result of an allergy. Lemons or chocolate? Those are the only two foods I eat daily. I don't think the rash is all food-related, but it may contribute to the problem. Having experienced how much that oregano oil burns on an open wound, I realized I could not use it on Elsa's skin. I don't know why she didn't up and bite me when I used it on one of her open wounds.
For dinner, I had one of the frozen salmon patties. I cooked it the way I had done before with success. I threw it into a heated frying pan without any oil, covered it, and flipped it repeatedly. I ate it with some raw onion. It was delicious. Bonanza.
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