Monday, January 29, 2024

  

Monday, January 29, 2024 

 

    I was awake by 3 am but got up at 4, following advice for good sleep habits: ‘Don’t stay in bed when you can’t sleep.’

   My stats on my blog have shot up again, over one hundred as high as two hundred fifty. The bulk of the hits come from China. There must be someone with a large class of students learning English.

    I tried to print something. The printer wouldn’t work; it was out of toner. I hadn’t printed 100 pages yet on my new printer. I suspected the cartridge was underloaded. I went to OfficeMax to see if they could help. The first question was, “Do you have the receipt?”  No, I did not. She said she couldn’t help me. Huh? Then she fessed up. Printer manufacturers will frequently underfill the cartridge. There was nothing I could do about that. I bought another. Henceforth, I will have all receipts sent by email.

    I went to the church to meet Sharmaine. She wasn’t there. I had to complete the security Virtus check I needed if I represented the church at Ulu Wini. Carolyn was at the front desk. She called her. She had forgotten about it; she would be right over. I had tried on my own but had no success. I couldn’t figure out how to work the site. With Sharmaine’s help, I had no problems. Done.

   Sharmaine spoke about her family, her six kids, and various grandkids. They are her life. She is involved with them daily. She had a full life that deeply satisfied her. One of her reasons for being involved with her grandkids was because “You can’t trust people these days.”

   I doubt there is much more danger these days than there once was. In the past, news items about kidnappings and rapes were out. Child abuse was just taken for granted. All children were vulnerable. It was tragic if something happened to them, but that was life.  

   Mama K’s crew and Adolescent D both canceled for the day. I almost missed my 5 pm appointment with a new client. Holy cow! I forgot about it. Am I losing my marbles along with many of my peers, or is this a result of lack of stimulation? I find myself forgetting more than I used to. I’m not as sharp. It might be age, but I noticed after the fall last June, resulting in eight hours of surgery, two weeks in the hospital, and another three weeks with limited movement and drugs at home. My brain has something to recover from.