Someone took Monday and popped me straight into Tuesday! I’m just hitting random points, so I hope I didn’t miss anything really significant.
VanGo, I’m glad you’re on the mend, but where on earth did you get the idea that this crowd wouldn’t want the details?
JtC, when my daughter and SIL moved from MN to MI, they put their cats in a similar crate in the back of the car and covered it with one of their favorite sofa blankets, and not being able to look out the car windows seemed to help. In their case, the neurotic cat had his calm buddy
, but maybe the dark will help GG.
pilot, I’m glad you’ve been having fun! I’m also happy to hear you went with the smaller, snazzier place. It seemed like that’s where your heart was.
Coppertone, that sounds beyond stressful. I hope you’re in a place with good renter protection, and I’m glad to hear you have some helpful friends. I hope the job goes well!
Almost exactly this thing happened to my doctor almost 10 years ago. Her son was also fully adult, and he’d been suffering from mental illness since his teens. He’d become convinced that his parents were evil and had attacked them before, so they had a restraining order out against him. That didn’t do anything to stop him from lying in wait in their back yard.
My doctor recovered, but her injuries were serious enough that she sold her practice and moved away to be closer to her daughter. I didn’t know her socially, so I wasn’t able to do anything but send a card. If you are in a position to stay in contact, your acquaintance may need someone to help after the publicity has died down and she’s figuring out how to structure her new life.
sahi, I’m sorry to hear about your aunt. I’m sure your cousins will understand about how hard the trip would be for you - especially after they’ve presumably cared for their mom.
I used to go to the local Little Theater with a friend of my mom’s, keeping up a longstanding tradition they had. They’d been part of a group of women who’d gotten season tickets together for decades, and the friend had outlived all the others, so I kept it up even though I very rarely looked forward to the shows. In 2020, when we would normally have bought our season tickets, they cancelled the coming season, so we didn’t see each other. Spring of 2021 was when Mr. L got his hip replacement and cancer diagnosis, so I missed her email about getting tickets. I’ve thought of her with guilt occasionally since then, but I was never motivated enough to get in touch. So last night, I idly googled her name - and found an obituary. She died in August 2021. A neice and nephew were her only relatives, I didn’t know any of her (many) friends, and there was no funeral, so I don’t even need to feel bad about not knowing for almost 3 years. I guess.
Today was the first of two green waste pick-ups in our city, and for maybe the first time in my adult life, I knew about it in advance and got five bags of weeds and dead leaves onto the curb in time for the truck! They’ll send another one around next week, and I should continue with intensive weeding and raking, but tomorrow is another day. I’m declaring Tuesday to be a day of rest.