Saturday, December 4, 2021

  

Saturday, December 4, 2021

 

     It was pouring as I woke up. It continued raining as I walked indoors. There were occasional breaks in the weather when I did some street walking.  I ran into my neighbor across the street, grabbing some street time herself. She said it was supposed to start raining again at 11. We desperately needed the rain; everything was parched.  People I ran into reported how mainland friends and family sent alarmed messages about 100 mph winds and a blizzard.  Isaac mentioned it to the kids in his school. They just looked at him. Those conditions are only at heights greater than 10,000 feet. Mauna Kea top is at 14,000 feet.  They will experience those conditions up there. Everyone who works in the observatories has to be down to the dorms before the storm hits or camp out until the storm is over.  After the storm is over, people go to the top of the mountain to sled and collect snow. They bring the snow down into in trucks and build snowmen.  They last for about one hour if they are big enough. One year, I had one in my front yard when B got a truck full. 

   Walking outside was not an option for most of the day.  I set the alarm to go off every 20 minutes and got up and walked another 500 steps.  I repeated this over and over and successfully completed my10,000 steps.   

    I had the W & F sisters this morning. First grade W must be functioning at least on grade level.  She can read multisyllable words.  We worked on story writing today too.  Already her story structures are better. She develops a single idea better and includes more details. 

   At 11:30 I sent a link to adolescent D. There was no response after several phone calls. I called his mom, “Don’t you remember? He’s at a workshop today. We met on Friday instead.”  Oh, dear.  Between my historic problems with coordinating time, my age, and my Covid brain, I’m lucky I remember anything I don’t write down.  I was concerned about D after our session yesterday. It was very stressful. He experienced problems he hadn’t in a while, unable to retain the sounds of syllables and reversing letters.  His ego is so fragile. I have to be very careful with him. 

    I called the head of the special ed department.  He didn’t call back. It all makes me more suspicious.  I’m anxious to hear if he had any information about why they decided not to hire me. I can’t imagine it’s taken them all this time, since August, to figure out they had someone on staff already who could do the job.  It’s making me paranoid. I’m imagining reasons why they chose not to hire me.  

    Amazon delivered something else for my birthday, my new pink hooded sweatshirt with a pouch.  Yvette gave me hers years ago.  It didn’t look good on her with her darker skin.  Pink didn’t look good on me either when I was younger; I was too sallow.  By the time Yvette offered it to me, I was old enough to have thinner skin which allowed the pink to show. It was perfect. However, that poor old sweatshirt was so overworn, it didn’t come clean anymore. It was time to get a new one.

   I watched two episodes of Grantchester tonight.  They were okay but they don’t draw me in like other mystery shows.