Sunday, December 19, 2021

 Sunday, December 19, 2021 

 

    I slept very well last night. I contemplated the next series of steps in the Hot Honey Rag as I awoke. I’ve watched the video often enough. I should have known what the steps were and executed them. I was astounded to see I couldn’t figure them out even in my mind, no less making my feet perform the steps.  I have never been uncoordinated. This is quite an experience. I can see why people would give up after one try.  I am so far from being able to do this.  If I hadn’t had the experience of success in my memory, I would give up too. I can use my conscious mind to teach myself how to do it.  If I will ever be able to do up to speed is another matter.  While I am shocked at my lack of coordination, I am interested in experiencing what others do.  Should I ever have to teach a movement to someone, I’ll have a better understanding of their experience.

   Jean, my hanai sister, is doing physical therapy three times a week.  She has painful sciatica. She will be seeing an orthopedic surgeon in a few days.  Jean has ignored her body for all her life. I have always had a high degree of body awareness. Jean is my extreme opposite. Now, she reported she loves PT and is discovering muscles she never knew she had. Damon and I talked about this change in Jean in our conversation. It is close to miraculous.  While I exercise a lot, I get my 10,000 steps in a day, so I neglect my upper body. I started doing pushups while leaning on the counter.  I believe I should get myself a personal trainer too.

    As part of the deep cleaning in preparation for the Damons arrived, I partially cleared the top of Mike’s desk so Yvette could crawl over it and clean the bay window. I found some items to get rid of, small things.  I threw out those data storage devices that preceded the CD.  Mike had about 20 of them. Then there were loose bits of paper I hadn’t thrown out yet too. This is the first time I did a clearing of his desktop.  Slowly, slowly, I will clear evidence of Mike out of my life. So sad. 

     Yvette texted me to tell me her friends down with Covid were feeling better. This was a huge relief; one was unvaccinated. The other one was also feeling better. I don’t know how many others from the My Bar crowd were affected. 

    I spoke to my friend Jean.  Her mother died recently. She and her husband are felled with grief.  They would visit her mother every Tuesday. Her husband would play games with her. She meant a lot to him.

     I went to the bottom of the property to pick limes and oranges. The branches were loaded with oranges, but the tree looked dead. The lime tree only had a few limes, but it still had leaves.  We had a bad two-week draught. The lime tree is roaring back.  I see small leaves and small buds on reach limb.  The orange tree didn’t do as well. 

    Went over to visit with Paulette while she worked on cleaning one of Mei’s Turo cars.  This has turned out to be a lot of work.  The good news is that Mei and Peter’s visas came through. They have a three-year work visa.  They will arrive back in Hawaii on Friday. Then the work of running this Turo business with nine cars will be distributed between six people instead of two. Peter will be here to help pick up and deliver the cars. Their fourteen-year-old son and their exchange student can do some of the work cleaning the cars. Judy already arranged to do nothing on Christmas day. 

    I worked on the updates.  I managed to think about the next video, but I didn’t work on the slides.

      I spoke to adolescent D’s mother today.  I wanted to make sure I had her permission to do healing with him on his perfectionism.  I see him as a vulnerable child.  I want to make sure I do nothing to damage him and make sure I don’t get screwed in the process. I also want to make sure she is aware of what is going on so if he appears upset, we can stop immediately.  D is an extreme introvert, definitely with adults and I suspect with his peers as well.   He takes pride in hiding who he really is.  However, his mother told me he has always initiated interactions with peers.  He wanted to skip our Saturday appointment because he planned to stay at a friend’s house.  He made all the arrangements himself, including having the other child’s parent pick him up. She says she has always been that way. This is good news.  If he can advocate for himself in one area, that means I can refer to it and foster lateral transfer.