Saturday, August 13, 2022

 Saturday, August 13, 2022

 

   As I awoke this morning, I dreamt I was spreading a blanket or tablecloth with another person. I wasn’t sure how it went, and my body seized up with fear. Good, God! Are we all like this, or is it just me?

   I had to get up early this morning; I had seven am Reading & Writing Office hours for Step-Up Tutoring. Seven am my time is ten am in LA. It was the earliest I could manage. I figured it would leave room for people to get on with their day in LA. Concerned about the time this morning, I limited my walk to the street I lived on with a short detour up part of a hill. 

   I signed on to the meeting shortly before seven. While I waited for someone to show up, I worked on posting the blog update. The one person who signed up never showed. I enjoy these sessions; the tutors who attend have no background in education and are open to my suggestions as no teacher would be. Teachers these days are afraid to use anything if not officially approved by their school district.  

    The person who signed up for the office hour never showed. I got lots done. I posted my blog entry after editing it, I completed the Wordle puzzle and ten mini NY Times Puzzles, one for today and the rest from 2015, and I started work on proofreading my typed copy of the section of my Will. Not bad for an hour’s work.      

     When editing my update from August 13, 2021, for posting on the public blog, I read about something Katie, my PT, did. She taped the flesh of my left heel, pulling it over to the inside edge of my foot. I modified my walk, making that shift happen by stepping on the outer edge of my heel and pushing the flesh to the inner edge. I also used something Katie told me to do in our last meeting;  to do side bends, especially to my right. My body was over-stretched on the right and over-contracted on the left. I incorporated that bend to the right as I stepped onto my left foot. 

      Today was primary day in Hawaii. I filled out my mail-in ballot. I had it ready to mail when I realized I wasn’t sure what signature I used. I had to do in-person voting. I took the completed ballot with me to copy my choices. I researched the candidates. I looked for experience. Enough of people for whom this is their first civic position. They at least had to have a record on community organizing. Politics requires specific skills, just like all other professions. Many people assume politics and teaching require no particular skills. Oh, boy.

    The voting site was at the Civic Center. When I arrived, I saw someone looking around, confused. There was no sign showing where to go. I pointed. It was easy to find once you knew what direction to go in.  

   I explained my situation to a security guard. She spoke to one of the election officials, explaining my situation. The official said it should have the same signature as my driver’s license. She was able to check my ‘official’ signature. She told me I had used the right one. It is not the one on my driver’s license. On my license, I used Betty on my registration form; I used Elizabeth on my voter registration form.

  I finished editing my Will and tried to email it to Howard. I saved the document in One Drive but couldn’t find it when I wanted to send it as an attachment to the email. This aspect of One Drive drives me nuts. 

   I trimmed the second crepe myrtle on the property. It also had mold. Once the sun set, I sprayed it and resprayed the one I had treated the other day. 

   I continued watching Finding Ola. The more I watch this show, the more I like it.