Friday, February 23, 2024

 Friday, February 23, 2024

  I woke up early in the morning hours in a terrible mood. I worried about the Gokhale group workshop. Yesterday, I received notification of my registration for the class. I was shocked to see the text was Esther's book, 8 Steps to a Pain-Free Back, instead of the Essentials Handbook. The handbook is more detailed. The book-book is available through Amazon; the Elements Handbook is only available to folks who sign up for the private classes. Had I signed up for another disaster? I hoped the group workshop would cover the same essential movements the private class covered or was supposed to cover. I was in a tizzy.

    Shelly recommends EFT to calm unwanted emotional states. She recommended it when I brought up the image of my grandmother's ordeal during the end of WWII. She shared her experience in a transported state, which upset me then, but I had no idea it had stayed with me until now. The theory is we can clear those images and their emotional impact by tapping while holding on to the image. We can do other things, but tapping is quick, easy, and readily available. I used it. It calmed me. I got up and meditated.

    Sitting in the chair meditating, I worked on my posture, straightening my spine. The stretchsitting and stretchinglying recommended by Gokhale have a fantastic impact. When my spine is aligned correctly, it is very calming.

    Yvette and I cleaned out the shed today in preparation for storing the battery-powered lawnmower Patrick and Darby are lending me. I mowed the strip in front of the house immediately. Wow! Pushing that mower is a dream. It's lighter than a gas-powered mower. It doesn't make as much noise, and it doesn't smell- and it starts every time.

   Yvette helped move everything out of the shed onto the driveway. We found several items that we could get rid of. One was a 6'6' level. I suspect it belongs to Scott, who forgot it when he made his hasty exit. I checked the price. The cheapest is $43, and the most expensive is $129. I  can't imagine why there is such a big price range. We found a large black bucket and several bags of insecticides. I had no idea where they came from.

   I swept and then hosed down the floor covered with rat feces, dead ''worms,'' millipedes. Most of the containers were intact. Once the floor was dry, I moved some of the stuff back in and moved the items for trash and donation near the car. I drove the trash to the transfer station, expecting a long wait. I've been on that line before with ten cars ahead of me. Not today. One bay was open when I arrived.

   Everyone backs up to the shoot. Not me. Backing up is not my thing, even with a wonderful backup camera. I tried parking once using it. Let's say my car didn't wind up between the lines. I pulled up to the bay front end and carried the trash from my trunk to drop. Now, I have to drop off the rest of what we pulled from the shed to Habitat for Humanity. Also, Yvette brought up things she and Josh had set aside to donate.

   I combed through the Brit Box and Acorn TV on Amazon to find my evening's entertainment. I found Deadloch. The mystery was interesting, but many of the characters were downright obnoxious. Female homosexuality was a big theme. The series was written by two women. Given the obnoxiousness of the female characters, I assume they were homophobes. I have never heard that many f-bombs in a given time in my life. I can curse with the best of them, but this was over the top.   I discovered the show was an award winner. Huh?