Tuesday, December 19, 2023

 Tuesday, December 19, 2023

       I have a morning routine. First, I do yoga with a YouTube video, Gentle Seated Yoga, and then Elsa and I do our long morning walk. When I get home, I do three New York Times word puzzles: Wordle, New York Times Mini Crossword, and Connections. I'm getting good with Wordle. Of course, I do cheat a little. If nothing comes to mind, I'll check Tom's Hints. I'm getting better with the other two puzzles, too. I edit and post my blog entry from a year ago, keeping up-to-date with the entries from a year ago. They're easy. They're already written and edited once. I reread them, do a little editing, run them through Grammarly once again and post them on Blogger.  

    Judy, Paulette, and Carol okayed me using their car to get to my Rehab appointment because my car was unusable. I would be all right between their car, Yvette's, and Lyfts. Judy said I could just come get the key from Paulette in the morning. Paulette's door was closed when I got to the house to pick up the key. I walked in and called Paulette. She was sleeping in because of her kidney stone and the drugs she was on to deal with the pain. I felt terrible. I should have left the poor woman alone but was concerned about missing my occupational therapy appointment. I called her name; she roused. I asked where the key was. It was hooked onto her bag hanging over the chair. I got it myself and left. I still feel terrible about bothering her when she wasn't feeling well.

   Judy said Carol would need the car at eleven. I had a few minutes and stopped at Target to pick up a few items. I called Judy to tell her I was on my way. She sounded nervous about my getting there in time.

    I've been watching the Scottish TV series Shetland. It's brilliant. Jimmy Perez, one of the characters, quoted this line: "Now that my ladders gone, I must lie down where all ladders start, in the foul rag and bone shop of the heart." It caught my imagination. I remembered the quote well enough to write a reasonably accurate version into the address box. Yeats wrote it. It's from "The Circus Animals' Desertion." Yeats's loss was of youth-driven inspiration now that he was old and recycling themes.