Monday

It feels really strange not to be doing laundry on a Monday morning. My landlords have been away and so I did the laundry while they were gone.

Can I say now that I really really  {heart} AAA? I bought a membership last year and, if I am remembering correctly, it cost about $45 per year and I have it automatically renewed. Yesterday I went out to start my car to go  for a massage and heard only the dreaded “dlick! click!”  of a dead battery. Fred took me to and brought me from the massage and he was going to jumpstart my car this morning when I suddenly realized I have a Triple A membership. So, I called the toll-free number and explained the problem. I was given a time window of about and hour and a half and well within the time window, up drove a cheery man who restarted my car instantly! I don’t drive very much {and therein lies part of the battery problem} but when I want to go, I want my car to be ready.

Hey! The line is back!  Whee!

Anyway, this morning I got a frantic call from Robin, the college student I am tutoring and she desperately needs my help, she said. Usually I go on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and I am paid for this by the Community College she attends, but this morning Robin offered to pay me herself. I told her  that at this point it wasn’t necessary because I have been gone two weeks and have those sessions “in reserve” so to speak ,so I am off to her apartment this afternoon at 3 pm for at least an hour. She really wants to succeed but she has fallen behind a lot. First, she was sick and then just as she was feeling better and went back to classes, her language tutor {me} popped off to the not-so-sunny South for two weeks!

It is raining. I have not yet been for a walk. I may do that after I have finished here or, and this is much more likely, I may pop in a DVD and watch LOTR while walking on the manual treadmill. Apropos of the word “treadmill”, I notice that these days I almost always misspell it the first time I type and and have to insert the letter “e” which my brain knows belongs in there but my fingers refuse to put in.
This particular word was one I “lost” during the first stages of menopause. A reason where I needed the word didn’t come up in conversation all that much, but when it did, there was a blank in my mind where it should have been so I usually said, “Y’know! The exercise machine one walks on!” I found the losing of formerly well-known words to be disconcerting at first, but a bit of reading {and a comment or two from colleagues the same age} reassured me that this was relatively normal and that most of the words would come back.  And, of course, English is a language rich in synonyms so I managed not to panic over this.

Until later…