One is Silver and the Other’s Gold

While Dave was ill, I made some new friends. These were mainly a couple mothers of Nick’s friends. They helped me tremendously while Dave was in the hospital and then home recovering.

Now that Dave has died and I’m on my own, I’ve added to my friends. People have been very supportive of me. I’ve been very lucky to have people care for me the way they have.

Someone told me that many widows feel reluctant to make new friends, that somehow they’re not supposed to meet new people.  That seems a shame.

At least part of the reason that I continue to make new friends is that  Dave and I often socialized with different people. He was much more of a home-body so he’d stay home and I’d go out. Plus, I attended a lot more networking events and professional meetings so it doesn’t feel odd to me to be out by myself.

It’s good to made friends with women who are also widowed. There’s an understanding that not everyone has. It’s good to have people who want hike or to go see a movie with me or just go out to dinner.

You know there’s that saying about calamity letting you know who your friends are. It turns out that you have friends you didn’t even know about.

 

 

Squirrels in the Attic

Last year we dealt with a raccoon trying to get into our house. The noise a raccoon makes while tearing at the siding on a house is quite loud. It sounds like someone is taking a baseball bat to the house.

This year I’ve been lucky so far with that. Keep your fingers crossed because I really don’t want to deal with that again.

I did have to call the wildlife removal people though because some animal was caught in my chimney. I woke up on Sunday morning thinking my dog was in the living room scratching and then realized that the dog was in my room. I could hear something trying to claw its way out of the chimney.

I debated on calling the wildlife removal company. After I called the company, I debated if I cancel it. I really struggle lately with these ordinary daily decisions.

When Joe the wildlife guy arrived, he checked out my roof. There is a cap on the chimney but apparently an opening had appeared in the screening. He discovered a bird trapped in the chimney, right where I said it was. Joe dropped a rope into the chimney. The  bird grabbed onto the rope and Joe pulled it out. The bird, rather sooty and dusty, immediately flew away.

The good news is that I didn’t feel compelled to tell Joe that my husband has died. I told some repair man earlier that my husband had died and then realized I told a complete stranger who was at my house that I live here alone. Not so bright so I’m glad I’m learning restraint.

The other good news is that the bird is out of the chimney and the rest of my roof and soffits look fine. We won’t discuss what it cost to save the bird’s life.

St. Patrick’s Day

Dick's Den

Dick's Den, High St., Columbus OH

Dave and I met at a St. Patrick’s Day party many years ago.  We met at the party and then went to Dick’s Den and then spent all our time together.

We met in March 1987, engaged in August, and were married by December all in the same year. It worked out well.

We  never made a big deal about that anniversary but we did always have corned beef and your standard St. Patrick’s Day dinner. Dave would make us an Irish Coffee. It was a good tradition.

Two Year Anniversary

March 3, 2010 was when Dave had his initial surgery and March 10, 2010 was when he had to have emergency follow-up surgery. He then spent 30 days in the  ICU and ultimately 75 days in the hospital. I know he was sedated for much of the time in the ICU and in pain for a good part of it but I find myself missing that time. We were hopeful that all would be well if we could just make it through.

I felt like I lived at that hospital and Dave couldn’t wait to come home. It’s not that I want Dave to relive all of that pain and misery but I do miss those days.

 

Car Title–Finally

Scion XB

Thanks to The Toad at Flickr

I finally got notice that the car loan on Dave’s car has transferred into my name. Actually, Dave’s estate has been notified that the loan has been transferred to somebody else. I haven’t actually received notice in my name!

It’s taken seven months for the paperwork to be handled and transferred. I’m really sorry that I didn’t just pay off the loan, get the title, and get the car transferred to my name.

Now I get to deal with the DMV on changing the car into my name. I’m hoping that will take less than 7 months.