Sunday, December 17, 2023

 Sunday, December 17, 2023   

   Elsa's peed on the lanai several times. I figured it was caused by stress. I would reintroduce her to the doggie door. After checking her for lesions and applying the salve when I found one, I carried her over the doggie door. When she looked resistant, I stamped my feet. That usually worked. She was still resistant. Oh, I got it. I had placed the 

doggie door at an angle that blocked her. I moved that. Problem solved!

    Jean and Rosie stopped by to get some relief from life at home. Kelly, Jean's forty-three-year-old daughter, died on Thursday. They needed a break from it all. Rosie stretched out on Mike's recliner. Jean made some phone calls. She called Kelly's clients from her cleaning service, explaining she couldn't do the job she was hired for because she died. I can't imagine that was very relaxing. Fortunately, the people she talked to loved Kelly and were devastated by the news.

   Where my car had worked for two weeks, it reverted to not taking the charge. I didn't dare use it for fear the car would run out of juice on the road.

   The weather app said the temperature was 64 degrees this morning. It was probably colder than that. Judy's friend, Carol, has a thermometer measuring her room's temperature. It was 63 degrees the other day. The app only reported a low of 67 degrees. That reflects the temperature at the airport. We're one thousand feet up the mountain from there. That is a four to five-degree drop. The higher you go, the cooler it gets.

     Carol drove Paulette to the ER this morning. She was passing a kidney stone. The doctor gave her some painkillers, an appointment to put in a stint, and another to shatter the stone.

s who I am. I am a man who earns five million a year. Wow!

    My Hanai sister, Jean, had a CAT scan of her back. It revealed a 

stress fracture. This explains her persistent back pain after her surgery two years ago.

     When I was young, I believed people had to be on the same page. That was my mother's point of view. Any disagreement was an insult to the other person. I had to learn to find and appreciate what I could share with a person. When I accepted that a thirty percent degree of overlay was the basis for an intimate relationship, I could allow a committed relationship with Michael. He was enough. I relished the thirty-eight percent. Each person needs their own percentage. I don't know what Mike's was. From what he told me and others, I know I was enough.