Sunday, April 23, 2023

 Sunday, April 23, 2023

For the second Sunday in a row, I avoided the temptation of a donut after church. When I was in my fifties, I got in the habit of eating one order of fries and one muffin a week. I gained twenty pounds. Are those donuts my undoing?

After church, I stopped at Long’s to pick up one onion and Hersey’s milk chocolate nuggets with almonds – if they were on sale. Other Hersey items were, but not the ones I wanted. The onion was a bust, too. They only sold bags of small yellow ones. I have no use for that many.

I worked happily on the updates most of the morning while sitting on the lanai. My eyes were bothering me. I think my glasses are shot. Besides being scratched, the film on my glasses to correct my double vision is wearing off. It’s impossible to clean. Between the transition

lens and the smudges I can’t remove, it is hard to see through them. I need new glasses.

My bruised foot bothered me more rather than less. My foot is clearly swollen now. Concerned, I checked the Internet to see how long a bruise took to heal. A bad bruise can take between two to four weeks. Tomorrow, it will be two weeks since I fell. The foot is discolored.

Next, I checked how to deal with a bruise. I learned something new; put cold on a fresh bruise and heat on an old one. The cold reduces blood flow. That means less loose blood floating around where it doesn’t belong. Once the bruise is established, apply heat to increase blood flow and flush it out. I took all those cold packs out of the freezer. I wouldn’t be using them anymore.

 According to Buddha, the conscious mind isn’t one of the mental modules. The conscious mind uses words. It reminds me of Wittgenstein’s distinction between see and say. For both men, the supposition is that images come up only from the unconscious mind and words from the conscious. Hmmm! Really??

I was looking forward to my session with third-grade KPS at two pm. Her grandma asked if I could change it to three. Sure. Then she canceled because she wouldn’t be home, and her husband couldn’t cope with the Internet. I bet KPS could. Grandma asked if we couldn’t reschedule.

I had second grade M at four. Wow! While she read the well, she was jammed up again when explaining the passage. She was uncomfortable. That response to not knowing is a disaster. I thought she had overcome it. I guess not. She goes brain-dead; nothing makes sense. She can’t even remember experiences from her own life.