Sunday, March 10, 2024
I checked out the silent auction tent at church to see what Shirley did with my donated items. She did a nice job displaying them. Mine are the only items there; the rest of the offers are just on sign-up sheets. She also put the offer for Mike’s books in an odd place where no one would look. I can understand her dilemma. My offerings are far from the usual ones. My offer of tutoring is among the other sign-up sheets.
One person signed up. We’ll see how it goes. It occurred to me that I didn’t put down what I was prepared to tutor or that I would only do it online. I can imagine this person wanting in-person tutoring in 10th-grade math who lives at the far end of the parish. I don’t think so. I’m prepared to give her her $50 back.
When I got home from church, I had my usual mid-morning nap. I got lots of little things done. My house was in a state of chaos. Everything was at a different angle. Where is Mike when I need him to create order? Oh, yes, I remember—dead. Oh, well. I can’t rely on him anymore, can I? If I want order, I will have to bring it into my own life.
I started vacuuming the living room, stopping to do this or that. I had German stamps from a letter my cousin sent me that I wanted to give to someone who might be interested. I stopped the cleaning process, took a picture, and posted the offer on Facebook (or Meta) Marketplace. Let’s see what happens.
Oh, yes. I posted something else today: three open bags of sheetrock mud. I have no idea how they wound up in my shed. I certainly didn’t put them there, but Scott probably did. Oh, yes. He put up new sheetrock in Yvette’s yoga room, so they must have come from that.
I heard again how important body contact is for human well-being. We release oxytocin when we hug. I’m sure it’s not with everyone we hug. If we hug people we’re uncomfortable with, we probably release more cortisol than oxytocin. I loved, loved, loved hugging Mike. It was the best feeling. Boy, do I miss that man!
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