Thursday, October 7, 2021

 Thursday, October 7, 2021

 

   Another good night’s sleep.  I am so blessed to have the gift of decent sleep.  I know people my age who don’t.  I suffered from insomnia after my father died when I was fifteen. It lasted until the first night slept in my freshman dorm. I was terrified of my mother.

    I am taking longer and longer walks.  I got up when the alarm went off and was out of the house in a reasonable time. Nonetheless, I wound up at home a few minutes before seven and the start of yoga.  I walk slowly, not so much because I can’t walk faster but because I concentrate on how I use my body with every step. I have been working on pulling my right abdominal muscles up to the left to raise that hip and bring it over to the leg, relaxing the muscles around the left hip.  Yesterday, I discovered if I shifted my tush over the left, using my right glutes, it was part of the complex arrangement of my muscles.

     I had already done several rehearsals of the Phase II video of the Phonics Discovery System. Today I planned to do an actual, something I could post. I had a Zoom conference with adolescent D’s teacher at 9:45, and my next appointment wasn’t until 1:30.  I had plenty of time. How about a nap? A nap sounds good. Think of how much better I will feel after a nap. I took that nap. I did feel better. I am a great sleeper, a deep sleeper. I generally feel better when I get up. Thank God. I did have a day there when it didn’t work that way.  All those years at home after my father died, it was one insomniac night after the other. I hope I never have to go through that again. However, I heard from friends and family this is what their lives are like. OMG!

   I finally got up and ordered my day. I started with putting the money I owe Scott for the propane canisters he got filled for me in an envelope where he can get it. Done!  I no longer have to try to remember it.  I also put some of the one-dollar bills I got from the bank into neatly folded sets of three and placed them in that small compartment over my rearview mirror so I could easily dispense them to the homeless as I pass them on the street. I weeded my front yard with vinegar and then took a shower.  I did all the above, and then my alarm went off, warning me to get ready for my 1:30 appointment with Canada A.  He’s an adolescent who prefers video games over everything else. I wonder if that includes eating. 

   I’ve found a Netflix series that I can stick with-sort of, Off Spring. They nearly lost me; I found some of the characters pretty annoying in their dysfunctionality. Then they get lines that throw them in a different light. I find the script interesting. They include one character who is not constantly sitting at the edge of her seat.  She provides rest from the craziness.