Friday, February 25, 2022

 Friday, February 25, 2022

    Slept well, as usual. In the early morning hours, I lingered in bed. Again, I had those weird unexplained shifts in my body. These are not muscular shifts, sudden tension, or shifts in space. I don’t know how to explain them. The best I can do is to repeat the image of experiencing a sudden drop while riding an elevator. I have no idea.

    My foot felt good on the morning walk. However, when I sat down, it throbbed. When Yvette \called this morning, I asked her to help me turn on the water in the front yard. It was turned off at a primary source because of a leak. 

      I  also asked her to help me change the garden hose. I had unsuccessfully tried to unscrew the old one from the spigot. I handed Yvette a pair of plyers. Unnecessary; she had already unscrewed it. I remember being strong. Not so much these days. While she attached the new hose Judy recommended, I stuffed the old one in the back of my car for disposal. 

   I turned on the water and pressed the handle on the hose, and nothing happened. I tried to turn it on and off again. Nothing happened. Water was coming through the pipe. I could tell because the water was spraying out of the pinhole break. I had no idea what was going on. I abandoned that project.

   I had to be in the shower by 8:30 and out the door for a medical appointment at KP. I left much earlier than I needed to. One street beyond the turn-off for KP was the city dump, a transfer station. I drove down there and dumped the old hose. There were open bays; I didn’t have to wait. Getting the hose out of the back of my car into the chute was a challenge. I thought I was going to need help, but I managed. 

   As I drove, I called my friend John Zimmerman. Fortunately, I checked Facebook and learned it was his birthday on the 23rd. My calendar hadn’t notified me. Carol, his wife, answered; John was driving. They were on a several-month trip around the country in their RV. They do that a couple of times a year. John asked if I was going to sing the Ross Happy Birthday. It’s an interesting variation of the traditional song, created in response to Mike’s inability to carry a tune. We made his failure a virtue. We improvised and how. It’s a blast to do. The recipients are usually of good cheer. 

     John asked me if I had checked out the Brainspotting technique he recommended. He thought it might help me with my traumas. I didn’t remember looking it up. I finally checked it out today. Very interesting.   It reminds me of some of my theories of how the brain works and how to access it. I will look into it more.

   One good thing that came out of Covid is that there’s no waiting for service at KP. I was called in moments after I sat down. It cut into my reading time. The doctor diagnosed contact dermatitis and prescribed two different salves. 

   My next stop was at the accountant’s office to drop off my taxes. I got a call shortly afterward to set up an in-person appointment. Miss Kitty had several questions. I never had that before. Oh, dear.

        On my way to the accountants, I took the quickest route. On the way home, I took the most scenic. I drove the whole of Ali’i and took my time. I stopped off a Kaiser to pick up the prescriptions.  

    It was a lazy day, but it felt pretty good.