I had a bad night's sleep. Thank God I know how to meditate. It helps beyond words. I was up before the alarm went off. I was dressed and ready for my walk when the alarm rang; then, I was out the door. I called Dorothy. I continued using the walking pole to help me put more weight on my left leg without overwhelming the hip joint and groin muscles.
Elsa and I were in the house by 6: 15, early for us. There were five of us at driveway yoga this morning. We have been a stable group for about a week. My whole system calms down the moment the class starts. Thank you, Pavlov.
I had plans to consult with Scott this morning about what we needed to do to push the acoustic insulation project along. He suggested waiting until Josh was off-island for a planned visit. I said no. I wanted to get the job done as quickly as possible. I am concerned about the market bombing and being out of money. I want to get whatever projects I can get done done. Acoustic insulation between the two floors of the house is an absolute priority.
I wanted to do that from the moment we bought the house. Both Mike and Yvette put me off the task. It wasn't until Yvette freaked out when the young woman was living in that room over her head for 5 months that she finally saw the urgency of getting the problem dealt with.
The plan now is to take down the existing ceiling drywall, secure whatever can be secure with liquid nails from the underside, put in fiberglass insulation, put in the special tracks for acoustic insulation, hang 5/8" sheetrock instead of the usual 1/8", and paint it. If necessary, add another 1/8" of sheetrock with a layer of green glue in between. Scott was trying to talk me out of using the tracks. I told him there is no way I'm not doing everything I can when I can. I don't want to have the new sheetrock up and find that I should have done more.
I am so glad I finally found this acoustic company. They have great tech support. I was told that this system was costly. No, no, no. All I have to buy from the company is the tracks. That is going to come to a whopping $71.25. Of course, given that I live in Hawaii and have to add postage, it will come to twice that much. Still cheaper at half the price, as Mike liked to say.
The Sears man arrived early this morning. I have a lunch appointment today with my friend Zola. Since the Sears appointment was between 8 and 12, I made arrangements for Yvette to cover if I had to leave. The Sears man went to work. Two hours later, he had given up. He was unable to fix it. He was going to have to order more parts. I asked if I could have the name on the shipping label changed. I would have to call Sears directly to do that. I had been upsetting to have packages arrive addressed to Mike.
I did a laundry yesterday. It poured during the night. It dried very slowly during the day. This is unusual. The humidity was so high, air-dried clothes couldn't dry completely. I threw them in the dryer for a few minutes.
I was a nervous wreck, between several disturbing incidences; one friend just had breast surgery, another lost his job, our neighbor had a domestic violence incident, and, of course, the political situation. I tried to do some work. I abandoned that and sat down to meditate. I set the alarm for 11:30, so I could jump into the shower before my luncheon date. Before the alarm went off, the phone rang. It was Tom, the technical advisor from Acoustical Surfaces. Love this company. I put Scott on the call too. He was having trouble believing that the clips were necessary. I asked him if he could just do this for me.
I was about to take a shower when Tom from Acoustical Surfaces called. It was time to order. My calculations were a little off. Seventy-one was the dollar amount; it was the number of items I had to order. Tom suggested I order 75 so I didn't wind up short in case of a miscalculation. So it was 75 times, $4.17. The total came to $312.75. Not under $100, but still not in the category of very, very expensive. I thought this project was going to cost several thousand dollars. I think we will come under that.
I didn't have time for a full shower before I had to leave for my luncheon appointment. I took what my mother called a French whore's bath combine with an ice water facial. A French whore's bath is a little perfume splash to cover any bad smells.
I met Zola at church. She was in the parking lot, speaking to another woman who had attended the noon church service. The other woman is suffering terribly from the after-effects of shingles. Zola and I wound up at the Indian restaurant across the street from the church. We had to keep our masks on as we ordered. Obviously, they had to come off when we ate. We both ordered chicken marsala. We asked for medium, a little too hot for us but really good. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Zola better.
I was going to stop at Costco on the side home but decided not to. When I got home, I just read; I couldn't sleep.
Yvette came up and dropped off three slices of pizza. Josh had picked up a pie on the way home. I watch more of Catastrophe. So far, I love it.
While watching TV, I had discomfort and pain in the left leg, but not the hip. I applied the trigger point massager Yvette lent me to all parts of my leg and then my foot but to no avail. Then I used the massager to the left side of my back, the muscles between the rib cage and the hip bone. Bam! All the pain was gone. A little exploration proved that the problem is not coming from the hip but from the back. The THR will do nothing for me.
I feel like I did nothing all day except for yoga, order the 75 clips to get the work on Yvette's ceiling done, talk to Dorothy several times, post about 5 updates (almost caught up), meet a friend for lunch, and speak to someone at the church to get measurements for a gravestone. Not too shabby, but I still feel like I did nothing all day. Huh? Oh, yay. I also spoke to Damon.
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