Monday, October 18, 2021
My leg is either a source of concern or better than it has been in years. I can feel it’s stronger; my atrophied muscles are waking up. I was inspired to mow the strip in front of the house. I went looking for the manual lawnmower. It was down below in front of Yvette and Josh’s quarters. I couldn’t find it. I texted Yvette, asking where it was. It was under a cover. I doubt I even registered that there was something covered. Getting the lawnmower going was hard. I had to lean into it. Once I got one strip done, the others were easier. When I was finished, I felt muscles I hadn’t used in a while. This was a good exercise.
I finished watching all the videos I made and comparing each slide, and selecting the best version. Many had to be redone.
Someone had signed up for reading support. Julia had even texted me to let me know she had. When I signed in, I was alone. At first, I thought the problem was on Julia’s end; she forgot to let the person in. I checked my Gmail account. The visitor had canceled at the last minute and rescheduled for next week.
I finally got around to vacuuming Elsa’s poop spots. I let her poop dry before I picked it up. (Remember, this is a screened-in porch area (lanai). It makes it easier. I applied the enzyme; All I had left to do was vacuum up the residue with my Rainbow after soaking the spots with water. This combination leaves my carpet spotless. I think Elsa does her business there to tell me when to give the carpet a good vacuuming.
I watched a YouTube video on animal and human reunions. The animals are beside themselves to see their beloved human. We’re talking about geese, lions, cheetahs, as well as dogs. Elsa would never greet me this way. She barks when I go out for one of my short walks. Sometimes I come back and ask her if she wants to join me after all. When I return home, she comes with a ball in her mouth. “Throw it,” is all she ever has to say. She loves sitting in my lap when she’s scared. A loud noise, a banging door, or a firecracker will send her scrambling for my lap. Otherwise, not so much. She is never a lap dog. When I do have her on my lap, she stands. However, she is a neck dog. She loves being draped over my shoulder and wrapped around my neck.
Yvette called. She is traveling over to Hilo on October 26 to visit a friend who is a great cook. Her friend plans to make a Shepherd’s pie for Yvette. Yvette proposed we share it for dinner on the 27th, Mike’s 81st birthday. She figures he will be thrilled we had a homecooked meal.
I had noticed that his birthday was coming up. Mike and I didn’t make a big deal about birthdays; we celebrated each other every day. But I was reminded to request a mass for Mike. I had some vague memory that Brenda had made the arrangements. Sure enough. She took care of his birthday this year and his death date, March 3, 2022. I also took care of his birthday for 2022. Hopefully, I’ll remember to keep this going. Having the masses said for him doesn’t mean that much to me, but I know it would mean a lot to him. I need to remember to order them as long as I live and have Yvette continue it as long as she lives, maybe Damon too. It is what he would want. And I want what he would have wanted. I still want to make him happy.
The gravestones are finally in. It took several months between order and arrival. I got weekly updates. I had no idea why. I got a notification they were in and an additional date. I thought it might be the availability date and the must-pick-up date, after which they returned the item. I called today. No, no. The arrival date indicated that the gravestones had were in. but they hadn’t been uncrated yet. They would call me when they were ready for pick up.
I watched another Vera. The scripts are great; the acting is great. I’m going to need a break. It’s like eating rich food every day. It gets to be too much, and I don’t appreciate it anymore.
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Musings:
Dehaene argues that the computer analogy is not an accurate way to describe the way the brain works. I heard this before but not why. I thought it had something to do with the analogy denying the spiritual aspect of human consciousness, but no. He says while the computer only computes digitally, the human mind computes by analog. In other words, the human mind relates to the word through its senses. For the human mind those numbers stand for something that’s out there. For the computer, there is no out there. It’s all in the numbers and the algorithms. That’s all, folks.
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