I had a lousy night's sleep—some disturbing thoughts. I got up and meditated. When I went back to bed, I kept reminding myself," It's just a problem to be solved," Mike's famous words. Hey, they help me.
I only woke up at 6:45; yoga was a 7. I took Elsa out for a quick pee and then back in for a quick breakfast. Elise arrived as I went back into the house. Elsa gave her a joyful greeting, but Yvette and Scott weren't around yet. Ah, yes. The class was a 7:30 today because they took an online yoga class that originated from the mainland, many hours ahead of Hawaiian time.
I was walking differently in response to the doctor's advice yesterday. Well, the doctor didn't tell me to walk differently; she just gave me exercises. I've translated those exercises into a different way to walk. I make sure I straighten my right leg- completely. As it winds up, I haven't been doing that in forever.
Question: why not? There are two theories. My left leg is shorter than the right because of cartilage loss in my left hip. Alternative hypothesis: my hips are twisted; I'm a twisted sister. If I straighten out my spine, my legs will be just fine.
I did some gardening after yoga, ripping out vines from the plantings along the edge of the driveway. I find weeding calming. I wish I could do as well with planting. I could put a few raised beds in the yard off my bedroom and grow veggies. Except for kale, most of the vegetables I like don't grow well here. They need colder seasonal weather.
After showering, I headed out. First stop, Kia. When I got in the car the other day, I knocked the lever that controls the steering wheel's position. It's been wobbling ever since because I couldn't figure out how to secure it. George at Kia came out. It was a simple move, but one I wasn't strong enough to execute.
Then I went to the post office to send out two small packages of books to St. Patrick's Seminary. Then I headed down south for my 2:30 haircut appointment. Randee texted me the procedure. Wait at the Tea-licious across the way until called. I had a custard blueberry pie.
Randee shaved the back and sides of my head as usual. I hadn't been happy with the overcut she gave me last time, too many hanging strands. She started blending the layers of hair. I told her I was good with the overcut, just not one with few longer strands of hair. Those drove me nuts; I cut them off before I went to bed that night. She proposed making an asymmetrical cut. Very short on the right side, with an overcut on the left. That's what I have. I'm very in.
When I left there, I went to the Safeway to pick up a few apples. I bought the Honeycrisp; three of them cost about $13. It's Hawaii; we don't grow apples here. I purchased a few other items, including two Hersey's Milk chocolate bars with whole almonds on sale. I also checked if Safeway carried the big bag of PF Chang's General Tao's chicken. They were out of that one, but there were other chicken dishes in those large bags. Now, at least I knew where to look whenever I came to Safeway.
I dropped off the free-standing towel rack that's been in my bathroom. This is the one Mike and I used. I was hanging on to it even though I had already made one out of PCV piping. I didn't want to get rid of the metal one, despite the rust, because it was the one Mike moved so dramatically when I had that bad dream that he'd left me for another woman.
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Musings:
Thoughts on the difference between cooperation and collaboration.
Cooperative people are willing to make sacrifices to satisfy the needs of others. They arrive at compromises. In collaboration, it is understood that something totally new will be developed. It won't be just less than either person wanted, but it will be something better than either had thought of.
It requires negotiating. Some people consider all back-and-forth discussions arguing or bickering. It also requires thinking about the pluses and minuses of each suggestion and each modification. That much thinking is unpleasant for some people.
For me, and thank God, for Mike, collaboration was fun. It's as good as a game of tennis, only the emphasis is on the volley instead of winning. With good collaboration, no one wins unless everyone wins. Love it! It's my favorite. The only problem is that I'm not comfortable with people who don't like to participate, and they're uncomfortable with me.
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