Thursday, March 2, 2023

 Thursday, March 2, 2023

 I wasn’t tired at ten pm even though I didn’t have a nap during the day. I woke up around four and spent the rest of the night dozing. I didn’t get up at five-thirty when my alarm went off, but I did get up before six, my backup alarm. I only set the latter on Thursdays when we have driveway yoga at seven am.

   Yesterday, It was very cold when I walked. I could have used gloves. It was minus six on Mauna Kea. Today, I was bundled up in fleece pants, a hoodie, and a jacket, and it was warm and muggy. Quite a switch.

   I called Oofos as I walked. It may have been six am here in Hawaii, but Oofos is in Tennessee. They were open. I told the customer service clerk 

I had another shipment of shoes I didn’t order. They weren’t even my size or style. This was the third shipment of shoes I hadn’t ordered. I asked them to determine what was happening so this snafu would stop. She emailed me another mailing label. I planned to drop the package off at UPS on Friday when I have an appointment with my accountant.

   It was just Yvette, Scott, Casey, and me for yoga. Casey said he still couldn’t grasp that Jared, his husband, was dead. I said, “It will be four years tomorrow since Mike died, and I’m still having problems.”

   I posted last year’s update on the public blog after yoga. Then I took a nap. I think grief is weighing heavily on me. When I sit with it, I get a relaxed calm. I can be content. You’d think it would make me immobile, but it doesn’t. I took care of some tax issues; I’m still compiling data. I need statements from the chiropractor and rehab. I made those calls.

   I also straightened a messy area in the yard and sprayed my crepe bushes for an insect infestation.

  I took out a yahrzeits candle for the fourth anniversary of Mike’s death tomorrow, March 3. I planned to light it at sunset and then forgot. Okay, better late than ever. I told Scott there was a candle burning on the kitchen counter and what it was for. He thought, what a great idea. I informed him this wasn’t mine but a Jewish tradition. I was reminded of the other part of that tradition, saying the Kaddish. I would do that tomorrow, too.