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15 November 2012 @ 11:46 am
Since I'm not using this journal much anymore and the only comments I've had lately have been spam, I've decided to restrict commenting to friends only.
01 July 2011 @ 09:51 am
ATTN Spammers:  It is a waste of time for anyone to post spam comments on this blog. I delete them. Peddle your stuff somewhere else.

16 March 2011 @ 12:38 pm
If you were going on a week-long vacation to a tropical paradise and could only take five items, what would you bring?

Cell phone loaded with MP3s and a few books and charger or solar recharger, credit card, suntan lotion, change of clothes, swimsuit.
26 February 2011 @ 06:37 pm

I visited Steve's grave today. Now, thanks to the weather, the monument company won't be able to set the marker until it gets warm enough to pour the footer. I got a plastic vase with some silk flowers in it, one of the kind with the spike on the bottom that you poke in the ground so it won't blow over. I painted Steve's name on it. That was the only marker there. It originally had some Christmas flowers in it, but I've been changing them every so often. When I got there today, someone stole it, and it looked like they had been jumping up and down on the grave or something besides. Now why would someone do that? Steve never had an enemy in his life, and there was no monetary value involved. Someone's mother must be really proud of the child she raised.

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13 January 2011 @ 12:15 pm
I made an interesting discovery while I was looking through an old box. My late mother-in-law's photo album. It contains childhood pictures of my husband and his friends and relatives, and she continued to add to it throughout her life. The photos are in terrible shape. I've started to scan them and I've done the best I could to restore them. I posted some of them on my Facebook page, www.facebook.com/album.php . I hope someone will be able to help me identify the people in the pictures. Lots of smiles and tears as I look through these. I remember when Steve and I were first going together, he showed me this album and told me some of the stories behind the pictures. That has been thirty years ago and my memory isn't as good as it used to be. So many of the people in these photos are no longer with us.
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
30 December 2010 @ 05:27 pm

The weather finally cleared up. It rained nearly all the snow off last night, then today the sun came out and warmed everything up enough that it was actually pleasant to be outside. I took care of some more errands and paperwork this morning, then took the scenic route home and enjoyed the beautiful day. Had to come home when I ran my wheelchair battery down! :)

When I got back, I decided to tackle my kitchen. I've been putting this off, but today I cleaned up several of my large size countertop appliances, wrapped them in plastic and stored them out in the shop. Some are things that I have smaller sizes that are sufficient for just one person, others are things I simply won't need till the next time I have a houseful of company. Storage space is an issue. Looking at things that remind me I won't be using them every day now that I don't cook for Steve is a bigger issue. Like it or not I have to make this my workspace now. So I have banished the large fryer, George Foreman grill, and the biggest crock pot. Also the pasta machine, since I am not going to be making homemade noodles for one. They will be fine out there until I need them to cook a big meal. The next time I am able to work in here, I am going to thin out my pots and pans. Some will go out in the shed and some to Goodwill.

Current Location: Ohio
27 December 2010 @ 08:53 pm

I spent Christmas in Indiana. My brother and his family go out there to visit his in-laws, and this year they invited him to bring me along. I really appreciated the chance to spend time with them. I started teaching my niece to crochet, a skill passed down from my grandmother to my mother to me and now to another generation, if she continues to enjoy it and sticks with it. Andy's mother- and father-in-law were wonderful hosts who really made me feel at home, even though they only met me once before at Andy and Debbie's wedding. They live on a farm that has been in their family for a hundred years.

It was good to get home, though. I missed the fuzzies. I had boarded Biscuit at the vet so she would get her medicine on time. She meowed all the way home. She couldn't wait to get out of her carrier and explore to make sure nothing had been moved. The rest of them stayed home. I was afraid they would demolish my house while I was gone, but they didn't wreak too much havoc.

Current Location: Ohio
20 December 2010 @ 08:25 pm

I took a cab downtown today. Cabs are expensive, but I had errands to run and I needed groceries. There was still too much snow to take my chair outside. That meant I had to walk a couple of blocks from the post office to the grocery store. I make no guarantees about what my joints are going to feel like tomorrow, but at least I know I can still walk a short ways if I need to. It was rather nice to get out in the crowds and see a few other people.

There is going to be a performance of Fiddler on the Roof on campus next month. I hope I can afford to go. Steve and I always enjoyed it when we got the chance to go to a musical. The first one we got to see was Cats, at the Ohio Theater at least twenty years ago, probably longer. I know I was young enough that sipping a glass of white wine at intermission was still a Big Deal. Good times.

Current Location: Ohio
16 December 2010 @ 04:41 pm
Do people have any idea how complicated computers have made things for surviving spouses? Steve had a savings account. I went to the bank and did all the paperwork to close it and I thought that was the end of it. But it turns out Steve had some internet things set up to be paid automatically by Paypal, and the Paypal account was linked to that savings account. One of the bills came due. The bank charged it as an overdraft--to an account which should have been closed--and they told me they can't officially "close" it until there has been no activity in the account for 30 days. They kindly agreed to reverse the overdraft charges when I explained the situation, but I still am stuck with the payment for the original amount. For something that I didn't sign up for and won't use. This makes me angry and weirds me out on a number of levels. You can't tell me that if a person passes away with no relatives to object to the situation, that the bank continues to pay out payments to Paypal with no one making deposits into the account and no one paying the overdraft charges. It seems to me that this is just a very good way to fleece the widow. Now I am trying to find out everything that Steve had set up to come out of that Paypal account and either cancel the subscription or pay it from something that I have control over. I think there should be a limit to new charges on these accounts after their owner is no longer with us--especially those online accounts to which I have to just take my best wildass guess at the passwords! One more incident like this and I'm calling my lawyer.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
11 December 2010 @ 10:34 pm

My husband has been gone a month today. I expected to spend the whole day crying, but I didn't. I think I'm starting to come to terms. I will never stop loving him or missing him. But I will find a way to live the rest of my life until it is time for me to join him. I did housework, and while the weather was nice I made it over to the cemetery. I ran a few errands and worked on my cross-stitch for a while. It wasn't an awful day. I think I'll know I've turned the corner when I'm able to write again, but that will be a while. Steve was my beta reader and my cheering section. I wrote for him. I need to find my voice again and I'm not sure yet how to do that.

This picture was taken a couple of years ago. Steve took me to an art museum, but he quickly lost interest and found a quiet spot to read while I explored the galleries.

Current Location: Ohio