Friday, September 16, 2022

 Friday, September 16, 2022

 

   I bruised my bad toe in my Croc today. The second toe on my right foot climbs over the first. My grandmother had this problem. It was bad. Usually, I hadn’t had a problem with the Crocs. Some days, the toe is worse than others; it assumes an almost horizontal position, and the first knuckle becomes inflamed. Today, I put up the back strap on the shoe. That pushed my foot forward, so the bad toe squeezed into the flatter section of the shoe. The top of the toe rubbed against the shoe. I raised a blistered and irritated the inflamed joint. I applied some ointment. It’s supposed to be miraculous for arthritic conditions. As long as I didn’t wear the back strap on the Croc, I thought the toe wouldn’t hit the top of the toe box.  

  This morning, I took a long route, going up Kukuna to the first mailbox and turning right on Punawele as I returned down the hill. I ran into two people on my walk. A man on a bike passed, stopped, and gave me a lengthy description of his ride. He drove his car to the bottom of Kaiminani and biked up the hill. This is a healthy bike ride. It’s a good two to three-mile climb up the mountain.  

  Then I ran into Tom and Kia and the intersection of Punawele and Hiolani. I’ve been running into them a lot of late. It’s weird how I suddenly start running into people I hadn’t before, although we both walk regularly. I learned that the huge tree on the corner was on his property. It is a beauty.

  When I got home, I ate quickly and drove Scott to the imaging place. He needed an X-ray before his Monday follow-up appointment with his doctor. I went over to Kia to see if I could find out why I couldn’t find the Siri button on my steering wheel anymore. What was I doing wrong? The guy at the service department had no idea. “Check with sales. They open at 9.”

 I got a call from Scott. The imaging place didn’t have the prescription for the X-ray. He would call his doctor’s office at 8:30 when they opened. It was all good. I didn’t have to be home until 11 for my appointment with homeschooled second-grade L. It was still cool enough at that hour of the morning to be comfortable while I sat in my car. I read a little and slept. My eyes are not working that well anymore. I get exhausted quickly. Eye strain is tiring. We got home at 10 a.m.

  I was ready at 11 a.m. I got a text from L’s mom asking if we could delay until after she had her lunch. Sure. Then I got a second one. Pizza Hut’s delivery was running late. Sure. Call me when you’re ready.   

  L still couldn’t consistently recognize the letter t. Her memory is a huge problem. She needs a class daily with lots of drill. I thought to open the Starfall site and get her started on that. She could work on that site on her own. I did some work on it. Her mom came on and told me there was no point. She wouldn’t do any work on her own. Wow! She subscribed to several reading sites, and L wouldn’t do any of them. I told Mom I would try to work with her on it so she would. Mom argued with me. L is a lot like her mother. I hope her mom is wrong. I hope to get her started on this site and get her interested in doing it independently.

 I spoke to my hanai sister Jean. I had a problem with a family member with whom I am sadly incompatible. In addition, she has told me that she thinks I’m a terrible person. Very painful. I’ve tried everything, but my approaches to resolving the problem are offensive to her. Her solutions don’t work for me. It is incredibly sad. I would have said just for me, but I had some outreach for the first time in fifty-five years. The outreach proposed her solution. Too painful.

   After I finished the session with L, I went to get my shots. There was a sign they were out of the booster. I signed up for the flu shot. Somehow, they were out of the Moderna, but they did have the Pfizer. I returned to the entry and filled out the form for the booster. I felt ambivalent. People weren’t dying of Covid as they were before. However, I was in a high-risk group because of my age. Also, Damon was excited that I was getting another booster. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any negative consequences. I knew two people who had bad reactions and got quite sick. One was a Step-Up tutor who needed a year to recover. Holy Cow!

 On my evening walk, I told Lutz I had gotten both shots. He promptly told me it was better to get the flu shot later when they knew more about the strains coming through. Leave it to the dear man not to calculate the impact of his words on his audience.

  I continued watching Extraordinary Attorney Woo. The Koreans have fantastic hair. The romance is heating up. How can a person who cannot tolerate holding someone’s hand for a minute tolerate sex? The problem for the autistic is they quickly suffer from sensory overload. How would sexual contact not be a problem? I don’t know enough to evaluate the situation with complete accuracy. But from what I know, this romance doesn’t make sense.