Tuesday, November 8, 2022

 Tuesday, November 8, 2022

I called Carol Zim, who will visit me for Thanksgiving with her husband and sister-in-law, to tell her the road to the active volcano is paved. It will be an easy walk. While the roadway is probably not lit, we will be part of a crowd heading out to view nature's fireworks. Others will be carrying flashlights. I must check where this road is. Judy went there with some folks and wound up on the wrong road. They never got to see the active volcano.

 On that topic, we're having fun here. Mauna Loa is promising to blow any day. There have been as many as fifty earthquakes a day. I feel some of them, one or two a week. They're small. That activity predicts an eruption. We know it's due. It's been close to one hundred years since the last one. Our house is safe from the flow. We have Hualalai standing between  Mauna Loa and us. Our mountain came up out of the hot spot before Mauna Loa. Both are considered active but with long periods between eruptions. Mauna Kea's last eruption was four thousand years ago. Hualalai's last eruption was 2,000 years ago. Scientists expect both of these to blow again, all in my lifetime. Oh, yay! Mauna Loa is the only one making noise at this point.

  I went to post an update on my blog. Oh boy. When the nice lady from Apple cleared my history, she cleared my automatic access to the blog. When I tried to sign in, it didn't take me to the right spot. Today, I visited the blog site for Mike's Death; Betty's Life. I had no idea what had happened. I don't know if the first title was Mike's Death, Betty's Life, and then I decided to go with With Mike, Without Mike, or the other way around. An icon would come up; I always clicked on that without thinking about it. At some point, I realized the early entries were not on the site I currently had access to, With Mike; Without Mike. I had no idea what was going on and ignored the problem.

  Today, I had access to Mike's Death; Betty's Life. The last entry was on September 21, 2019. There were all the early entries. This site had 43,000 hits. Huh? With Mike; Without Mike had close to 56,000. I made daily entries on this one. I added nothing to Mike's Death; Betty's Life, and it still had many hits. I am sure the numbers are due to teachers recommending the blogs. That's stopped now on both sites. The daily hits now are in the single digits, where they had been in the hundreds. Those teachers must have been teaching large classes.

 I received an email telling me my annual payment was due for Mike's Death; Betty's Life, and nothing about the other site. Sandor set the blog up; hopefully, he can figure out what this is all about. I suspect the two blog sites are considered one. They should be. They can't automatically charge my account because my credit card number has changed. Sandor said he would come over and do what he could.    

   I arrived at noon for my chiropractic appointment. She told me she had expected me yesterday. I know I didn't make that appointment. I always have to save the Monday 11-12 for my Literacy Office Hour. The chiropractor had another client. That woman had wanted her husband to receive a treatment as well. When she heard my dilemma, she scheduled him for Saturday to allow me to have a session. I was there for an hour and a half.

   Eighth grade K's mother canceled because he had just come from a conference with his advisor. He has to complete a Capstone project by the end of the year. He was overwhelmed. K never had to do high-level work before. He was in his first year of a high-end private, academically oriented school. He was in way over his head. His mother hadn't realized how far behind he was. His verbal expression skills were low.

  I had a 10-minute session with adolescent D afterward. His blending skills continue to improve. I hear him work with sounds rather than desperately listening for a word that makes sense as we work with multi-syllable words.

 I watched the end of George Clooney's film, Up in the Air. That ending was like a punch in the gut. He ends up alone after having the need for connection awakened. I was looking forward to a happy ending. Guess not!