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Friday, October 25, 2024

 Friday,  October 25, 2024

   It was Hula day.  I was up and out of bed before 4:30. I wrote instead of doing my morning exercises. My arms would get enough of a workout while dancing.  Before I left for the class, I carefully checked the schedule. I managed to read the class would be at the community center across from the church. 

   The church parking lot was jammed at 10 am on a Friday. What was that about?  I noticed a large group in the cemetery.  All the participants wore something white.  I didn’t know any of the people. I guessed it was an interment.  I parked at the back of the church. As I walked to the entrance to go to the community center, I saw two vested priests, walking back to the church, more evidence that it was an interment..  

    Across the street from the church, I spotted the Ironman village, a temporary tent city serving the Ironman participants. I wondered how we would hear Sweetie’s dance instructions over the noise. Naturally, the community center was closed. I walked back to the car and drove over to Old A. Sure enough that’s where the class was, and I was half an hour late. Sadly, I missed my favorite part of the class, the review of some traditional dance steps.  I don’t care as much for the part of the class where we learn choreographed dances. They all require me to hold my arms up high.  My left arm, the one I shattered  a year and a half ago with the reverse shoulder replacement, hurts when I hold it up. Also, I am usually too tired to do the whole class.  

    I stopped at Target on my way home to pick up the frozen sale items I noticed the other day. Haagen Das was still on sale. I picked up a pint of Vanilla Bean and one of Chocolate, and three frozen meals. 

   When I spoke to Judy, she told me Paulette’s profound pain was diagnosed as a pinched nerve. Judy and Paulette thought it was a kidney stone.  She went to the Emergency Room and Kona Community Hospital. They told her it wasn’t her kidneys but didn’t give her  medication for her pain. She went to her personal doctor who confirmed the  original diagnosis.  Then, she went back to the ER at Kona Community. They prescribed heavy doses of Advil, Aleve and Ibuprofen.  Paulette got relief from the extreme pain and got some sleep.  I remembered I had a TENS machine.  I bought it after my elbow and shoulder surgery. I didn’t use it much. I charged it and drove it up to Paulette. It was up to her to figure out how to use it.  I knew you place the pads on two parts of your body, but I didn’t know where Paulette should place them for her problem.

    My next stop was at the community center to vote before I went to Ulu Wini. There was no line. I chose to vote in person because there was some confusion about my signature.  When I registered to vote in Hawaii, I signed my name as Elizabeth S. David-Ross, my full legal name.  My mother taught me the importance of signing the same name as was on the form. Who wants to write out Elizabeth S. David-Ross?   One of the election workers made sure the signature was now Betty David-Ross, with the last name illegible, not because I wanted to obscure it but because my handwriting has degenerated. 

    When I showed my driver’s license as proof of identity, I asked what would prevent me from using Mike’s driver’s license, which I saved, to vote in his name. She checked the voting roll. Mike’s name was there as deceased, and he did  not receive an absentee ballot. Not thinking clearly, I asked what would happen if I were to use his driver’s license to vote in person. She pointed out they would suspect I wasn’t Mike when I handed her his driver’s license because I was a woman. Also, they would check his name against their list.

       I drove up the hill to Ulu Wini.  Shauntel had a craft activity planned.  She buys craft kits from  Amazon.  She is perfect for this job. She is organized, completely focused on her objective and calm. She is such a gift to the program.

   I asked second grade NV to work with me for a moment before she participated in the planned activity.  I  wanted to check her sight words. When I worked with her the first time, the only word she could recognize was the word THE.  She read all words as THE, with the exception of CAT.  When I checked the sight word list, she recognized a number of other words.  When I asked her if she could use the screen at her forehead. She said yes.  She could not hold it steady when I worked with her last week and was very uncomfortable doing a spin release. There was nothing I could do but admit my helplessness and pray. She made this change independently. This isn’t the first time a student has made a change on their own. Once I’ve introduced the idea that they have  choice how they use their brain, they resolve it on their own. I just worked with her for a few minutes.

   I spent time working  on the updates.  A boy I had never worked with before wander over to my table. Did he want to work with me? Yes. On math. Counting by twos. First-grade KP demonstrated his knowledge. He needed a bit of assistance as he left numbers out. He had the same problem when it came to counting by hundreds.  then he wrote the numbers up to 33, not missing any. When he was done, I continued writing,  waiting for the middle school bus arrived.

   Three middle school students came over and sat down. Two asked, “Where is RM?,” and walked away.  I worked with sixth-grade ML on Under the Mesquite, a story told in blank verse. She recognized it from  last year. I had a great time working with her on following the action, the vocabulary, and the imagery.  ML is a wonderful student. I also asked her if she wanted to improve her reading speed. She said no; she was good.

    Darby was exhausted from a busy day at work and passed on a walk. 

Thursday, October 24, 2024

Thursday, October 24, 2024 

 

  I was up by 4:30 a.m. Before I wash myself and brush my teeth in the morning, my first chore is checking Elsa's skin. It looks good. I spend my time brushing her instead. She only tolerates one side at a time. She looks like she enjoys it, and then she's done.

   Elsa's improvement is fantastic.  It's all due to the recommendations of the groomer at Petco. The vet gave me a prescription soap to use every other day, leaving the soap on for ten minutes each time.  The groomer said, "Good God, no. Only bathe her once a week." Also, don't rinse off all the conditioner. Her skin was already much better after the bath before the one I gave her this Monday.  Most of her body was free of lesions except in the groin.  On Monday, I slathered the conditioner in the groin area and did a light rinsing. Bingo! I saw an immediate improvement in those lesions. We're done with the steroids and antibiotics.  Maybe we'll be done with the prescription soap bathes and the prescription food that not only costs me a fortune but I have to ship to my sister on the mainland so she can mail it to me for a mere $30.  If I had it shipped directly from the company, it would cost me $80.

   I was tired after my walk after getting up and 4:30 and working on my document showing how my methods are evidence-based.  My methods are more evidence-based than the programs developed and researched by the publishing houses. They aim to develop a product the schools can buy for another 100,000 dollars plus. While these new programs provide more phonics instruction than the old whole language approach, they are still insufficient for many children.  The most researched and highly regarded program for teaching phonics, the  Orton-Gillingham program, is impractical to use in a classroom.  It's a lesson a day for each school day for three years.  If a student is absent, they miss the lesson. The program is not adaptable to different levels within the classroom. Everyone in a group gets the same lesson, whether they need it or not. 

    My program requires no new materials; any printed matter can be used. In my first lesson with Adolescent D, I offered him third-grade material, fifth-grade material, or an adult book on philosophy. Guess what he chose! So, I pulled a sentence out of this book on Spinoza. It was an ordinary sentence, well within his reach, and I didn't bruise his adolescent ego. 

       If I teach a group, I select a sentence with words that address the needs of the most advanced student. Every complete sentence contains words at a low level.

       I made it to Ulu Wini.   No one approached me. I nailed second-grade NV. The last time I worked with her, I discovered she had memory problems. Efforts made to correct her brain pattern failed.  She was uncomfortable with a spin release, which would allow her to use her visual working memory in the area of the forehead instead of having it slip to the top on the left.  She said there had been no change since I had worked with her last.  My notes say she couldn't even recognize the word OF. She said it was THE. Today, she decoded GOT and recognized WAS. I guided her through a phonemic analysis of Sassy the Cat. She was attentive and responsive. She worked hard. I released her after one paragraph.

       Next, I nailed third-grade PL. She was going to the bathroom when I persuaded her to work with me. She said she saw improvement in her reading. I went over the Fry #1-25 Sight Word list. She named the letters before she said the word. She still had problems reading AT as THAT.  She didn't read the words as rapidly as I would like. She was done after reading the first twenty-five words. She is the one true ADD student I have.  She can't stay on task for a minute.

        None of the other elementary school children wanted to work with me. I sat and wrote, waiting for the middle school bus to arrive. Sixth-grade ML came over immediately. Sixth-grade RM joined, as did a new girl, ninth-grade AY, an Americanized version of her Marshallese name.  I worked on line-by-line comprehension in Esperanza Rising. ML worked hard. AY was new to the group. She did pretty well.  RM was her usual distracted self. She doesn't even respond when I call her name. It's as if she's asleep. There's something wrong. AY and RM got up and walked away, and I continued working with ML. She finds the work fun. She's a delight.

         I had a session with fourth-grade LG today. I worked on handwriting. I noticed he formed all his numbers and letters from the bottom up instead of the top down. I had him copy my actions with his index finger on a textured surface. After a few minutes of instruction, he could make that change and formed the letters beautifully. The change was spectacular. 

       In our math work, I  presented him with a challenge today.  I asked him to write the equations for a four-by-three array, first as three groups and then as four. He did a perfect job.  He got it. We'll see how much carry-over there is to other situations. I checked his understanding of expanded notation. He had that.  

        Darby called to say her friend, who had been lingering in hospice for a month, finally died. She wanted to walk with me and talk. 

 


Wednesday, October 23, 2024

 Wednesday, October 23, 2024

    I looked for Elsa and dragged her to bed before I went to sleep shortly after nine.  I woke up at 11:30. I believe napping causes some sleeping problems. It's not that I'm so rested I don't need the sleep, but I'm training my body to wake up after an hour or two.  My body thinks that's a good idea and does it at night, too.  I fell back asleep and slept through to 2:30. I can't remember if I slept or dozed after that.  I had some funny sensations in the back of my left leg.  Was it the beginning of sciatica?  Here, I had just bragged to Judy how I was in less pain now than I had been when I was younger, even as a child. Were all the exercises I was doing causing harm instead of making things better?  It is possible that my movement is limited because of the hip replacement. I did some in-bed stretches. I find wiggling my ankle until something cracks relieves discomfort.  My PT had no idea what cracked. She said the end of the sciatic nerve is down there.

    I got up shortly after 4:30 and did my yoga exercises. I was out of the house before Joseph left.   

     I texted RH's mom to call me. She got back to me immediately. The woman scares me.  I was actually hyperventilating while on the phone with her. Of course, the terror was triggered by something my therapist said the other day.  Terror is the underlying feeling I'm left to deal with. It's totally out of proportion to what my life was actually about.  It is the terror my mom dutifully passed on to me, not having dealt with her own PTSD, which was severe. I don't think anyone can think hers wasn't well-earned. Lord what that woman went through in her lifetime! 

   I mowed the grassy strip at the front of the house this morning.  Patrick and I consider it mowing therapy.  Focusing on those blades of grass being mowed down, particularly on my lawn with its seed spikes, is relaxing. The grass is too short to see where you have mowed last. You have to look for those tall, hard-to-see seed spikes.  Mowing requires focus. Wonderful!

   When wrestling with a conflict of interest there are two criteria: want and judgment.  If the focus is on judgment, people see themselves as entitled based on right or wrong.  What I want is better than you want. My judgment is better than yours. Who's right and who's wrong becomes the issue.

  The other option is conflicting wants and desires. That can be a working gauge in all circumstances.  Here's an extreme example: Ted Bundy needed to rape, torture, and kill young women.  If I were one of those women, I would not want to be raped, tortured and murdered.  Whether I'm right or wrong is pretty irrelevant.  I would do my level best to escape that situation, and Ted Bundy would have had to do without.

    I do need to say Bundy was in the wrong, an evil person out to do no good.  But I was entitled to say I didn't want what he had to offer without judging him. Now, that is an extreme example. I think people make judgments to justify their right to want what they want, to defend their right to want and their right to have.

   Ah, the right to have. Having a right to want does not guarantee getting what we want.  All we get with the right to want is the right to be ultimately ourselves and for ourselves.  The right to ask for what we want and say no to what we don't want. It doesn't say we have the right to get what we want just because we want it. That's a different matter. 

    How two parties negotiate separates the men from the boys.  Some cultures teach never to ask for what hasn't been offered. If we're asked directly, we might have to say no. That's scary if we're not around someone we can trust to respect our needs as well as their own.

     That behavior works if there are strict rules of entitlement that everyone understands. It can't be a multicultural situation where groups have different rules of social decorum. That's no longer possible in our modern world. We're not living in isolated groups unless we join a cult that forbids any contact with the outside world. We have to honor our wants as well as the wants of others. Tricky.  I know.

     Judging others works.  You can imprison, torture, and even kill people who disagree with you.  I just heard a talk by a Uijhur woman, a member of the minority Muslim group in China. The Chinese government sees anyone who disagrees with the cultural norm as an existential threat.  It is a problem of opposing wants. The Uighurs want to live one way; the Chinese government sees their way of living as a threat to their lifestyle.  Is it? probably. Does preserving their lifestyle benefit the Chinese? It certainly doesn't benefit the Uighurs. Is the vision of a single dominant cultural pattern doable in a day when anyone has immediate access to every other person on the planet.  Even remote Amazon tribes have Internet access.   We're in a jam. 

 


Tuesday, October 22, 2024

 Tuesday, October 22, 2024

      Elsa didn't come to bed right away when I went to sleep. She wasn't in bed when I woke in the middle of the night. I was too tired to look for her and bring her to bed. She wasn't there when I woke up in the morning. That was a surprise. I have no idea why she behaved that way. Was she mad because I bathed her yesterday? I used to bathe her every other day until the groomer at Petco said," Don't do that. You strip away all her natural protection."  I had followed the vet's advice.  Things have improved 80% since I started following the groomer's advice.  

     I got up well before 5 a.m. and sat down to write how my work is evidence-based.  My therapist's comment that she couldn't recommend me because my work wasn't evidence-based was a shock.  Of course, I tell her how I'm different from others. But that doesn't mean my work isn't evidence-based. My work may be more rooted in scientific evidence than the methods the schools use.

   The methods used by the schools are developed, researched, and promoted by the publishing companies. They get to sell another package, which costs $1000 per year per student. The method I use requires NO new material. Try and sell that. Evidence-based research done by independent researchers proves that phonemic awareness, not phonics per se, predicts reading ability. More evidence supports my method than the ones promoted by the publishing houses.  

    I wrote for about an hour before my alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. 

    I ran into Dean and Nina this morning. They had a dozen tiny eggs for me. I needed three to equal one. They're being laid by their new batch of hens, just reaching maturity. Dean said their older chickens are laying no more. They go through menopause, too.

    I spent most of the day writing and pouring boiling water on weeds.  Yesterday, I pruned some of the shrubs with my handing electric hedge trimmer.  I also called Eli and told him I wanted to work on planting shrubs in the mulched area.  I have to figure out how many I will need and plot where they will be planted.  I will also need to buy sprinkler hoses and set them up to water the plants daily when it doesn't rain.

    We have been having more rain than usual. Climate change is affecting us in a positive way so far.

   I met with sixth-grade RH. She used a cover screen, like Adolescent D used to, so I couldn't see her face. If that makes her comfortable, I'm good with it. 

    Her mother sent me a copy of her evaluation.  She did very poorly on orthographic fluency and decoding pseudo words.  As I understand it, it means being able to identify phonics patterns.  I started her on The Phonics Discovery System approach. She does or did have some problems identifying the phonemic sounds.  She was thinking top down.  I told her I thought she learned to read the way it did by identifying the little words in the big words.   I didn't use phonics, meaning identifying the letters that represented the phonemes and the phonemes that represented the sounds. She was a little nervous initially, but I consider it a fun game. I think she picked up on that attitude. As I go along, I mark the syllable pattern.  The other day, I worked on the b/d confusion but didn't do anything with it today.  I need to do a brief review each session. Correcting those problems takes drill.

   The twins were available immediately after my session with RH.  They're not doing much on their own. I instructed them to work together to master visual perception.   They may be doing something individually but not together. I can't get them to see it as a game.  They can use any written material. 

   One Twin selects a word and embeds it in the visual working memory. They hand the book to the other twin, pointing out the chosen word. The second twin looks at the word while the first one spells the word. Then the second twin asks, "What is the first letter? The second? The third? etc." I encourage them to pick a word of at least four letters, preferably words of six or seven letters.  The second twin follows up by asking her to first to name the letters out of order. "What's the third letter?" etc.  Then, the second twin selects the word. They seem to be doing surprisingly well. Twin E reports a significant change in her reading. Twin A does not. Twin A was already reading small words fluently.  Her problem is with longer words.  She ignores the letters. She says the words look like something other than what they are. 

 


Monday, October 21, 2024

 Monday, October 21, 2024 

    I slept better last night, waking up around midnight after falling asleep at 9:30. However, I fell back asleep until 2:30.  I had a nightmare. Unusual for me.  

    I was clinging to the undercarriage of a semi-trailer as it moved down a two-lane highway. The driver warned me that I had to detach before much longer because he would hit a section of road I could not survive. I was scared. When I woke at 2:30, I recalled the dream. I fell asleep again and had a reprieve of the same dream.

   While the driver’s voice was male, the experience reminded me of my life with my mom. She didn’t walk; she ran from one spot to the next, whether she moved between the kitchen and dining area or was tearing through the local grocery store.  Dorothy and I had to run after her. If we didn’t keep up, we got yelled at. Just thinking about it causes anxiety.  

    I finally was out of bed by close to six-thirty, unusually late. I had a thought as I drove to Old A for my Monday Chi-Qigong session with Clyde. Why hadn’t I asked the driver to stop the truck so I could safely let go?  There was no way I could have asked my mom to stop or slow down without consequences.

    When I arrived at the Chi Qigong site, Clyde wasn’t there.  By the time I got myself organized and out of the car, Cylde had parked and was organizing himself.  After the session, we sat for a few minutes to talk. Clyde told me he had a dream last night himself. He was coming over a rise when he saw a figure dressed all in white and bathed in a white light. When he saw the face, it was clearly mine.  I appreciated the positive sentiment.  I thought it was interesting in light of my dream.  I don’t interpret my nightmare as all negative. I see it as me finally facing an old fear.  In my worldview, negative feelings can’t heal unless we face them.  I’m sure there’s another school of thought out there.

    The other school of thought is to ignore negative feelings and soldier on.  I don’t think that’s wrong. As with all solutions, there’s too much of a good thing. The trick is knowing when to zig and when to zag.  I overdid zigging. I had to consciously learn denial as a coping strategy.  It did me a world of good.  My sister helped me to learn it.  I could have used more insights from her. Unfortunately, she believed I should have known and didn’t share her wisdom.

    I went to Target after Chi Qigong. I needed eggs, bread, and jam. I noticed Haagen Das and some great frozen meals were still on sale. I couldn’t buy that at the time. I planned to stop at Kaiser for my Botox shots and a flu shot, but I did pick up a small box of mini cinnamon rolls, a brie, and a double package of cream cheese.

   I had trouble finding my car.  It couldn’t possibly have been stolen.  I walked up and down the aisles, hitting the door open button. It was exactly where I thought it should have been.  When I looked the first time, I hadn’t gone far enough. Who knows what I was thinking.

    My car clock said 9:23, and my Botox appointment was at 9:30.  I hoped I would make it on time. My clock was 7 minutes fast, and I was about five minutes away. 

    While I made it on time, I had trouble signing in at Kaiser. Nothing to slow one down like racing.  I finally checked in and went to the second floor to surgical specialties.  I had a short wait.

   While waiting, a woman came out of one of the offices. She gave me a big, friendly smile that confused me. Did she know me? Then, she engaged me at an intense level, greeting me with Spock’s handshake. I wasn’t sure if she was a little off. It was such a firehose of friendliness. I engaged with her. She told me how unbelievable it was that some young people didn’t know who Spock was. The topic switched to the history of television.

     I told her my mother was six months pregnant with me when she saw a television that could be in the home. She said I must be younger than her. Her recollection was that the first television came out in the mid-fifties.  My mother saw it in September 1940 at the 1939 World’s Fair in Flushing, New York.  It wound up a pleasant exchange. But I wondered, is this how people experience me with my friendliness?  Friendliness depends on someone’s comfort with improvising in the moment with a total stranger.  I’m good with it. Rather, I enjoy it. 

      I apologized to the doctor for missing our earlier appointment but told them they owed me a thanks. I had forgotten to show up, but later that afternoon, I felt bad. These were my first symptoms of Covid. 

     While the insurance covers Botox for my left eye, which drooped so low over my eye that it obscured my vision, the doctor treats the right side of my forehead, too.  I know he loves his work.  I don’t think he can resist doing the best job possible.  I asked him if the muscles would eventually give up or if I would always need these injections. He said for the muscles to atrophy, I would need an extensive set of frequent shots. When he administered the shots, he said my muscles did seem to be atrophying.  

     I have a drooping left eyebrow because of the face I made for 19 years every time I took a drag off a cigarette, and I smoked two to two and a half packs a day.  I figure if I could create the problem, I can make some contribution to undoing the damage.  I consciously work on relaxing the muscles on that side of my head. Maybe I should tell the doctor that those brow muscles are part of a set on the left side of my head, reaching as far back as my left ear.  I know the face I made. My mother always warned me not to make faces; it could become permanent. I hate to say it: my mother was right.

    I stopped to get my flu shot before I left Kaiser. A separate room is set up for dispensing these shots: Covid, flu, and RSV.  I had the Covid shot five days before the Covid symptoms showed.  Everyone says it reduced the impact of the disease.  I asked the nurse if I should have the flu and the RSV today. No, just one. Which one to start?  The flu shot. 

   I went home to nap afterward.  I put away the food I bought from Target and took that nap. I set my alarm before I did for 11:25.  I would be driving Lutz to the airport to catch his flight to South East Asia.  He will be there for the next seven months.  It’s cheaper, and he says the people are nicer.  I’m sure they’re nicer.  They don’t understand what he says and see him as a rich American. 

       I was at Lutz’s house at least five minutes early. We’re both German. He was born there and came to the US when he was eight. On-time in Germany is at least five to ten minutes early.  he wasn’t ready.

    I had Elsa in the car.  I let her run around Lutz’s yard. It was the first time I let her loose in an unfamiliar place. She ran around checking things out.  She always came when I called.  My only concern with her is that she chases moving cars.  She’s prepared to take them head-on.  The dog is a complete idiot.

    It took Luz a few minutes to get his shoes on. His daughter and grandkids were there.  They both kids have speech impediments. They have psychological reasons for this problem, if not neurological.  Their dad died in a car accident a little over a year ago. I dropped Lutz at the Hawaiin Airline departure area. There was no one else in line yet. It’s the way he liked it. Spoken like a true German.

     When I got home, I had lunch: an everything bagel, cream cheese, and lox. My Hanat sister Jean called. She will be seeing a neurologist because of a hand tremor. I have one of those, too. My PCP said it was benign and not to worry about it. My mom and granddad had the same thing. My granddad’s was impressive. His hand really shook. The man was fearless. He not only took on eating green peas, but he shaved daily with a straight-edged razor.

       When I got home, I bathed Elsa. I was supposed to do it on Sunday but forgot. Her skin is so much better. Her back and sides were clear of lesions, and only a few were in her groin area. I am thrilled with the improvement. The groomer at Petco gave me the healing advice.

    I took a box of strawberries over to Darby, the only taker besides Joseph and me. I noticed this morning that Joseph had finished that whole Costco-sized container last night. I ate three out of my box.  We took a total of four boxes from B last night. He got several flats of strawberries from his friends. He called to ask if I wanted any. I asked Joseph if he wanted some. I called Mei. She doesn’t like strawberries. I texted Judy and Paulette. I got a no from that quarter. They are on a special diet. They can’t eat anything that isn’t on it.  Darby was the only one who said yes.  My guess is that Joseph will take the remaining container.

    I sat down to work on the updates and blog. After listening to the second half of Fresh Air, I took another short nap. Then, I had an appointment with the fourth-grade LG.  

    We continued working on math.  I drew an array of two groups of three circles and two equations:   ____+____ =______ and _____X______=.   When he solved that one, I added another circle to each group.  I let him figure it out as much as he could. I would say, “If you need help, let me know.”  He had trouble determining the total in each group and whether the number after the equals sign should be the total.  He could not understand the relationship between the concrete, the diagram, and the abstract, the equation. He saw the repeated pattern in the equations better than its relationship to the concrete.  Wow! 

 


Sunday, October 20, 2024

 Sunday, October 20, 2024

    I left for church early. I thought I would have time to read the bulletin and pray before Mass started. Instead, I ran into the mother of third-grade CH. They spoke about hiring me several months ago. I met with the boy and his parents twice. Then I heard nothing from them. I had no contact with them, even when they attended the same Mass I did. I thought they decided not to hire me. Then, the mother finally spoke to me.  they had guests arriving, one after another.  They would contact me when they all left.

    It’s been a while since that conversation. Today, she told me that two of her children had a broken limb after participating in a martial arts competition in Las Vegas.  Also, their house was flooded.  We had a heavy rain about a month ago.  Darby said we had seven inches of rain in one downpour.  Videos showed water cascading over rock walls. Judy said all storms are worse in the area where this family lives.  While the family wanted to enroll their son in a Christian school, they decided their best option was to enroll him in their local public school.  He won’t get good educational support but will have social contact with children his age.  He’s just going into third grade. It would be a while before he has to deal with the response of his peers to his learning difficulties.

   I had two Zoom sessions scheduled today. Both were canceled. I forgot all about fourth-grade MH this weekend. I usually text the parents, asking when they want to schedule it. Fourth-grade LG  didn’t show up. I called and texted his mom over and over. I got no response. I finally texted the mother, hoping everything was okay.  Later in the day,  she texted me that her husband had a mental breakdown and was seeking medical attention.  I was concerned for the boy.  It’s hard enough for a child to deal with the physical breakdown of a parent. A mental breakdown is scarier for adults, no less a child.

   It looks like I didn’t have an appointment with fourth-grade MH today. I’m the one who missed it. I usually text the parents to ask when we’ll meet on Sunday, but I forgot to do it today. Wow! This is a first.

Saturday, October 19, 2024

 Saturday, October 19, 2024 

   Another sleepless night.  I figured out what had changed.  Terror has been reinstated. Is terror too strong a word?  Perhaps.  I inherited the fear from my mother, who suffered truly terrifying experiences by anyone's standards. Her PTSD is well-founded. There is no miscellaneous drama here, like my mommy didn't love me. That's more like what mine is about. 

   In the book The Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents, my mother is described to a tee.  My parents provided close to perfect physical support. My sister and I were well cared for. My parents weren't wealthy, but we never lacked food or shelter. We were always clean and neat.  If we were sick, we got the best medical care possible. In fact, when we were sick, we got the best attention from my mom. She was solicitous, kind, and almost affectionate. My sister said it's surprising neither of us is a hypochondriac. I learned from the book that this is a typical pattern for parents uncomfortable with their emotional lives and those of others.  They can only show personal care for their child when they are sick.

   In defense of all parents who are overburdened with the demands of modern parenting, keeping the kids alive was the original expectation of parents. Physical contact was incidental.  Hunter-gatherers didn't leave their babies living out in the open while they did something else.  An animal might come along and eat it.  Due to their negligence, the baby would have died. Babies would have been carried by the mother at all times. The baby wouldn't have had a separate sleeping space, no less a separate room. The baby would have slept with the parents. Physical contact would have been almost constant. The mother would have had no choice but to be constantly aware of her baby's every mood shift. 

    There are still tribes that don't diaper their babies. The mother has to know when her baby needs to pee or poop. She then holds the baby apart so she doesn't get soiled. An observer asked such a mother how she knew when her baby had to pee. She looked at him quizzically. "Don't you know when you have to pee?" The baby was a physical appendage. She was aware of the baby as she was of her body.  Such physical contact precludes feeling alone and uncared for.  

   We have finally figured out that skin-to-skin contact between a child and an adult has a soothing effect. Whadaya know? Who would have guessed? But our material abundance makes it possible for us to provide our newborns not only with their own bed but also with their own room down the hall, and we are so proud of ourselves.

  My blood pressure was 117/75 in the evening, down from 170+/101. How's that for a change?  

  You can find anything on YouTube. I came across a video on the squat.  It points out the importance of having flexible ankles when executing the squat. Otherwise, you put a strain on the knees.

   Damon called; he said he had bad news.  He hesitated to tell me.  The man makes movies. He's become the expert on creating suspense. I said, "For God's sake, tell me. Rip off the band-aid." The fifteen-year-old son of one of Cylin's best friends had committed suicide. That was indeed bad news, but it wasn't personal for me.  It was and is for Damon and Cylin. Cylin has known the mother since her early twenties. Damon and Cylin have known the boy since he was born. Even from this distance, it's a tragedy to hear of a young person so desperately unhappy they feel they need to kill themselves. This is the second suicide of a young person I have heard of in two days.  I dreaded learning of a third under the theory the bad news comes in threes.

    Later, I learned the eleven-year-old girl may not have committed suicide. It may be an incident where children played with a hunting rifle, and something went wrong. Either way, an adult is in trouble. Then, Mei told me several teenagers were involved in a fatal car accident with a semi-truck.  They weren't partying.  They were driving to school one morning. That's the third. Ah, at least the third shoe has dropped. 

 


Friday, October 18,2024

Friday, October 18,2024 

  I fell asleep easily at 9:30.  Then I was up at 12:30, unusually wide awake.  I got up and took my blood pressure. I was concerned about my pulse rate. That was okay, but my blood pressure- 172/101.  My blood pressure is never that high with or without medication.  I’ve only seen it that high once before.  I had no idea what triggered it. I stayed up and wrote for two hours. I went back to bed and tried to meditate. I don’t think I slept a minute for the rest of the night. I got up at 5 a.m.

   I ran into Dean at the end of my walk this morning. We only had a few minutes together before I went home. I noticed I was unusually energetic on my walk this morning.  I usually drag at the end of my walk and am happy to go home. 

   Today was Hula. I was almost at the community center when I remembered we were meeting at Old A.  I prefer it there.  We still get the great ocean breezes, but the water is far enough away that the waves don’t drown out the teacher’s voice.

   Of course, I can’t hear her voice under any circumstances.  She addressed her instructions to the woman right in front of her. She yells out instructions as she models the dance. Still, I can’t hear or understand her instructions because she uses Hawaiian words for the dance moves.  The only one I’m sure of is puli, which means turn. Ah, there is one more term I feel secure with, Holoholo, and Holoholo Holoholo.  Those are two slightly different dance moves.  I noticed I had more energy during the class today. Something has shifted. Hopefully, it’s not dependent on high blood pressure.

    On Audible, I was listening to The Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents. All human beings are emotionally immature at some level, no matter how much work we do or how hard we try to be sane. I don’t think it is an option to be whole.  There are always holes in our psyches. I’d like to think belonging to a tribe versus a nuclear family would be a solution. If you belong to a group of people, there is always someone in their sane mode if your parents go off the rail for the hour, the day, or forever. I don’t know how much children identified with their birth parents versus extended family members in the tribe.  Of course, we don’t have good examples of tribal life creating better people.  How much of that is because the tribe is under siege by the dominant population? How much is that because of the efforts made by the dominant culture to destroy their culture?  We’ll never know.   What we do know is we were designed to live in cohesive groups. There is evidence from still-existing hunger-gatherer groups that all the people lived with equality. All material wealth was shared. When no one has a great deal more than anyone else, envy doesn’t have much sway.

    Our culture puts too much pressure on the individual these days.  Marriages fail because we expect our partners to be everything to us, best friends, therapists, lovers, problem solvers, partners in all tasks, helpmates, etc.  Likewise, we are making similar demands on parents and calling parents immature if they can’t fulfill all of the child’s needs.  That burden didn’t fall on parents alone. Their job was to get the child through to adulthood alive.  Ergo, when our modern-day parents focus on providing for our physical needs, and that’s it, we complain. Those other needs were originally satisfied by the extended family or the tribe.  The author talks about parents imposing roles on their children. Yes, that is the job of a parent. That’s why they send them to school or teach them to read, write, and do basic math.   

   I heard something on the radio today. The speaker said that they lived close to poverty, but no one minded because everyone was in the same boat. We’re programmed to search for more. That was necessary when we were living in the wild without refrigeration. You had to be in constant search for your next meal. But many of us know where our next meal is coming from. We still want more, always more.

   Our search for more material possessions is comparable to our appetite for sweets. When it was the occasional fruit, that was one thing. Now, we have companies that make it easy for us to eat sweets 24/7. It’s destroying us.

   I found how to access old videos I recorded in February 2022 on Zoom. I watched them because I wanted to decide which ones to delete, so I had room for new videos. It was humiliating watching those videos. I looked terrible and was boring.

     I planned to go to Ulu Wini at 2 p.m.  I noticed Joseph’s car was parked behind mine. Joseph usually leaves at 6 a.m. and returns home at 7 p.m. at the earliest.  I texted him to say I would have to leave around 2, but I could cancel if he was too sick to move his car. He came out of his room. He wasn’t ill. He had received bad news while at work and was sent home for the day.  Someone called him at work to tell him a student he had in his Sunday school class last year had committed suicide by shooting herself.  We’re talking about an 11-year-old girl.  Breath-taking.  Joseph was visibly shaken.  

   I only worked with two students today. When I first worked with first-grade PY, the only word she recognized was THE when we started. I showed her how to use the ‘screen behind her forehead.’ She had reverted to using the primary visual cortex at the back of the head for her initial embedding. I got her to switch back to forehead. By the end of the session, she recognized the first nine words on the Fry Sight Word List. She was an enthusiastic student. She kept saying she wanted to do another word.

    Then, I had third-grade PL. Using the visually embedded word approach, she could recognize the words she knew more rapidly, and her concentration improved slightly. This child is a candidate for ADD.  She can’t focus on much of anything and has poor impulse control.

   I approached 2nd grade NV, PY‘s older sister, asking her to work with me. I’m not sure I can help her.

    Second-grade JM asked if she could work with me but wanted to finish the art project for Halloween. I waited a while and realized I was too tired to work with the kids, so  I went home.

   While my blood pressure was 171/ 101 last night, it was 117/79 this evening. I have no idea why it was so high yesterday.

  I got an email announcing that the payment for the permit for my solar system had been posted. I called Provision Solar to make sure they knew. Not only did they know, they had submitted the payment. Someone would call me to set up the installation date.

 


Thursday, October 17, 2024

Thursday, October 17, 2024

 

   I turned off the light around 9:30 pm and slept straight through to 4 am. How's that for a good night's sleep.?I have been dealing with the dark side of my personality, the part that obsesses about things that go wrong. I wake up feeling just fine. Then, I feel a surge of 'distress' rising in my body just to the left on the midline in the area of my stomach.  Thoughts don't trigger the surge; thoughts don't come up with the surge. It takes a moment for an appropriate thought that matches that feeling of distress to come up.  the sensation of distress precedes the distressing thoughts. This means the unconscious mind precedes the conscious one.  Is this what causes psychological states attributed to 'chemical imbalances?"

    It isn't wrong to say that negative mental states are caused by chemical imbalances.  All neurological activity is driven by both electrical and chemical elements.   All brain activity is fueled by electrical and chemical activity. 

    Our nervous system strives for homeostasis.  If we're still alive, the system is working. Why change it? Therefore, people have a default state of mind.  Is it inherited? Even if it is, can it be altered? Vipassana says yes; it can be. 

     In the Vipassana method of meditation, you're instructed to focus on body sensation. You observe the sensation on a small patch of skin. You don't think of the sensation as either pleasure or pain.  You describe the feeling as hot or cold, prickly, itchy, numb, throbbing, etc. You observe the area until the sensation changes. Then, you move on to the next patch.  

   Over time, with careful observation, you catch those mood changes, particularly when you're triggered. You get better at catching yourself before you do something you'll regret. You learn you can survive the ego wound.

    I set a challenge for myself when I was in my early thirties.  I  observed how quick I was to speak, interrupting people constantly.  I was a nervous wreck. I set the challenge of not talking but only responding in writing. I did that every Sunday for several weeks. Having to write down my response slowed me down. I learned I could survive without speaking immediately – or even sooner. I don't mean to suggest that fixed me.  I had a long way to go before my behavior approximated normal.  I have no idea how people put up with me.  

   As Joseph left the house this morning, our conversation from the previous night lingered in my mind. He had asked me to define 'thinking '. After some contemplation, I concluded that 'Thinking' is a broad category encompassing all mental processes in the mind. This simple question led to a fascinating discussion about the nature of our thoughts and how they shape our understanding of the world.

        I finally saw Dean on my morning walk.  I hadn't seen either him or Nina in days. She still tested positive for Covid when I last saw her. I texted her this morning to see if they were okay. Everything was fine. It was just a coincidence we hadn't run into each other. 

  Dean talked about procreation between breeds this morning. One of his chickens sat on the eggs of another chicken of a different breed.  Yes, his breeds of different chicks could procreate. It had something to do with mitochondria, which is really a bacteria. There are twelve strains. As a piece of miscellaneous knowledge, all humans have DNA from Charlemagne. I believe one in every three people has DNA from Genghis Khan.  These were busy boys.

    When I worked in a school in Trenton, I encountered one young man who was one of fifty kids sired by the same frisky adolescent male. Wow! I wondered how that would play out in subsequent generations.

    I called the building permit department today to see how my permit for the new solar system is progressing. The plans were submitted on September 17. It has been exactly one month, and still nothing.  Provision Solar told me that the permit has been approved; we are just waiting for the out-processing. That means the planning department submits a bill for the permit to Provision Solar.  Spencer, the project manager at Provision Solar, told me this process takes 72 hours on Maui. The Big Island Building and Permitting Department will take forever. It's been over a month and counting.  When I spoke to someone at the permit department, they told me only three people were processing the permits. There are different types of permits. They process one kind on Monday, another on Tuesday, etc. No wonder it takes forever.  They don't have enough staff. What does Maui have that we don't?  Hmm! Maybe more wealthy people and a large tax base. 

     Eli, the new gardener I hired, arrived at 7:40 when he promised to be here at 7:30, which was pretty impressive. I lay down for my early morning nap at 7 and set my alarm for 7:45. Eli is Mexican. He would run on Hispanic time. I was surprised he was that punctual. He had his 18-year-old son Cesar with him. I asked the boy to accompany us as we talked. Eli's English is not that good.  

     Mike and I hired Eli and his company when we first moved here.  I switched to another company because I thought they were responsible for the landscaping job at the Coffee Shack. If they were, it was all an accident.  We kept them on until I finally fired them.  I wasn't that happy with the work or their connection with me.  I didn't have any professional gardeners for a year. I hoped to do it all myself. It wound up being too much for me. the terrain is irregular.  I fell working in one area.  The first clean-up will cost me a pretty penny, but I have a tenant now and am collecting rent. It should cover it once I get over the initial expense of reining the growth back.  Ah, yes. I also have to hire a tree company to cut trim the trees so I don't lose my view. That's what we all have to do to maintain our views.  Hopefully, our neighbors won't let their trees grow to block our views.

   I left for Ulu Wini shortly before two, after I paid Eli for his day's work, even though they hadn't finished yet.  Eli did more than he originally said this morning.  He cut back the completely-out-of-hand plumbago, trimmed the bougainvillea shrubs, trimmed all the shrubs at the top of the driveway,  trimmed the high mock orange shrubs, cut out some agave growth (Lord, they get big), and took a chain saw to what was left of the Ficus tree and treated it with Round-Up, pouring a small amount into the new cut. That should get rid of the stumps permanently.  They also cleaned up the driveway, littered with fallen green waste. 

   I had a session with Shelly today.  I was in high spirits, feeling good with my new insights and the hope that I had finally resolved, perhaps dissolved, that spot of agony I'd been dealing with since a young child.  It had been a couple of days.  We'll see. That would be great news, making the rest of my life bearable.

     Shelly packed a surprise for me today.  The one unresolved issue is my work.  First, I want more clients. Second, which I didn't mention in this session, I want the fortitude to broadcast the approaches I developed to teach reading. I asked Shelly directly if she would recommend me. She said she had no contact. I remembered her husband was a child psychologist.  I assumed he had retired and had no access. He was still working, but he could only recommend evidence-based methods. Whoa! That was a shocker. Most of what I do is evidence-based.  

      I have a master's in reading, and I'm Orton Gillingham certified.  My emphasis on phonemic awareness versus phonics is evidence-based. Most phonics programs don't use it because most educators don't even understand what a phoneme is.  They have merely relabeled their phonics instruction programs as phonemic instruction. They have poured old wine into new skins. 

    Certain things I do are not evidence-based and are not grounded in previously used methods. The BrainManagementKills work. No one is going to check which part of the brain a student uses and direct them to use a different part than they are currently using. However, this exercise is benign. No one can be alarmed about it. 

  When I get into the spinning, that's a different matter.  Students can be alarmed to think of what is happening in their heads. Does it mean there's something wrong with them? Are they crazy?  Other than those two activities, everything is evidence-based.  The irony is teachers continue to use methods of teaching that are not evidence-based. 

    When I called to volunteer, I was told I had to do precisely what the teacher wanted me to do and nothing else.  The example was a sight word drill. The teacher would give me a deck of flashcards, and I would have to go through them with the students and do nothing else.  I couldn't sound out the phonemes or work on their memorization techniques. There is evidence that this approach is NOT effective.  It harkens back to the Whole Word approach to reading, which assumes we learn through repetition. We know that alone doesn't work.  Does repetition have a role in learning' sight words?'  Yes. Dahaene, a French neurologist who researches the brain when reading, says we process letters and individual sounds even when reading sight words. The Shaywitz's, also neurologists, testified to this argument years ago. Evidence is ignored when it suits the establishment.  

    The evidence-based programs are all put out by publishing houses that charge a fortune for their new programs.  The research supporting their programs is all sponsored by the publishing house. The method I developed requires no new materials. You can use anything at hand.

     While I am Orton-Gillingham certified, I don't use it in its pure form.  It is a highly structured and sequenced program. It is scripted. It requires three years of lessons, one for every school day for 180 lessons per year.  There is plenty of evidence as to its effectiveness. I don't think these principles are incorporated into reading programs. It's too specific. It's impossible to use in a classroom where you can't assume students will be there daily.  To boot, the Orton Gillingham program doesn't just teach reading; it teaches spelling.  The teaching aspect is synthetic phonics; the spelling is analytic phonics. Students get to approach the letter sound correspondence from both perspectives. 

   There is debate about the efficacy of the synthetic versus the analytic approach to teaching phonics.  In the synthetic approach, the student is 'taught' what sound a letter represents; they do not discover it for themselves.   They use this acquired knowledge to identify each sound in a word and blend it to get a word.  The analytic approach is used in spelling. You start with the word; you have to analyze the specific sounds in the word, identify which letter (s) represent those sounds, and write them down.  in the Orton-Gillingham program students are drilled in both activities.  This is evidence-based. I differ from the Orton Gillingham program only because I assume students can be taught to figure out the sounds of the words independently. When they have the word in front of them, they figure out which letters represent those sounds. My method teaches all students to do what good readers figure out on their own.  It is a small leap that makes a huge difference. 

   I recently developed a new twist on an old method. The multisensory approach was codified by Grace Fernald in the 1930s. There is tons of evidence for its effectiveness. Students with difficulty perceiving letters write them on texture surfaces, like shaving cream, cloth, clay, etc. Teachers are instructed to write letters on students' backs. I will write them on the students' foreheads. The difference is I have to write them backward. I have recently made a shift, instructing students to imagine writing them directly into the surface of their brains behind their foreheads. It has proved to be a satisfyingly successful strategy.

    The big difference between me and most educators, including those who create and provide evidence for their expensive programs, is that I have a strong background in linguistics, cognition, and neuroscience. When I speak about my methods, they are grounded in this background knowledge. Most teachers don't have a clue as to what a phoneme is. They will have no way of coping with the allophones, slightly different pronunciations for a letter.  For example, in American English, the medial T, a T that is sounded between two vowel sounds, is pronounced as a D. They don't know what connected speech is.  It goes on and on. All most teachers do is learn a program and teach that.  That works for many kids. But these programs allow for no variation.

    What I do works because I watch the child and diagnose the problem.  I am very good at what I do. That makes me weird. My perspective makes me weird; my educational background and analytical approach make me weird.  A teacher who loved me as a person and thought I was excellent as a teacher called me a quack. This was close to twenty years ago.  I told her that she would be doing what I was in ten years.  That hasn't quite happened. No one is doing what I'm doing, but they are using more of my vocabulary. Again, pouring old wine into new skins. The BRAIN, writ large, is big on everyone's mind now. But it's just the old methods repackaged. 

    The one change is that the Whole Language Approach is now being condemned. That approach condemned phonics. Now, the pendulum is swinging the other way, and phonics is in. There are some materials that look like improvements to the Fountas and Pinnell books and methods. They will help many children. However, all the wisdom of the Whole Language Approach will be lost. It's the old problem of the elephant and the blind men. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

 Wednesday, October 16, 2024

    Last night, I picked Elsa up from under the dining room table and brought her to bed. She spent the night at my feet.  I have no idea what is going on with her.

    Every morning, I check Elsa's skin.  It has improved dramatically since I followed the Petco groomer's recommended procedure.  I returned to using the vet's prescribed shampoo but stopped bathing her every other day.  The groomer said not to bathe her more than once a week. The other significant change was what I did with the conditioner. She said to make sure I didn't rinse it all off.  It protected her skin.  Most of her belly is white again. I am thrilled. However, there are a few angry lesions still left in her groin area.    

    I was calm today. I spent the day working on updates and entries to my Teaching Blog, which I still have to set up. Hopefully, Sandor can help me when he returns to the island. I can even go to his house. He will be bringing his dad home with him. His dad has pretty bad dementia, and Sandor wants to give his mom a break.

    I also worked on trimming the shrubs that line the driveway.  I took a trash barrel of green waste over the Darby's today.  I do scattered work in the garden. Not nearly as much as I should. 

    I got a text from Eli saying he would be over tomorrow to spend the day beating back the ooze that had taken over the yard by 7:30 a.m.

    I had a session with fourth-grade LG today. I hadn't worked with him for over a week. Because his family learned his paternal grandfather was dying, the family flew to California for the week.  I didn't even work with him on Monday.

     LG's mom texted me to say she is seeing a dramatic improvement in his reading. He brought a book home and read it perfectly, not a single mistake. When I asked him what was making the difference, was he following my procedures, or was it just happening? He chose the latter.  

    His mother said he needs help with math.  Both he and his mom have trouble answering questions appropriately.  They go off on a tangent.  His mom said he had difficulty with the addition problem last night but couldn't do his multiplication homework tonight and to work on that. I drew an array of two groups, with three in each group.  I asked him to write the addition problem. He had no idea what I was talking about.  It wound up he didn't know what the word addition meant. He just knew the words add and adding. Really?  LG is easily confused. I think he's a bright child and a good learner. However, I think he makes things much more complicated than they have to be.  He needs to be forced to see the obvious. 

   I drew an array of two groups, with three in each group. I asked him to create an additional problem. He drew a blank. Later, he said he didn't know the word addition. I also wrote  ______+______= .  He didn't know what to do with that either.  Something is wrong with the way this child processes information. His mother is the same way. When I ask her a question, she doesn't answer it. she can be completely off-topic.  I don't know if the problem is neurological or psychological.  He had no idea that multiplication was a shortcut for addition or differed from addition.  It will take a fair amount of drill before he is sufficiently anchored in the mathematical process.

 


Friday, October 25, 2024

  Friday,  October 25, 2024     It was Hula day.  I was up and out of bed before 4:30. I wrote instead of doing my morning exercises. My arm...