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Oh, Drew, what a lovely post! Especially because you’re helping the wife, but also because guy stuff is involved (the motor, the special fuel). But I need to get dressed and make coffee before I write about all the things that need to be done before other things. I’ll be right back! . . . So the other day, hit with $1300 in unforeseen debt, I headed out to a “we buy gold and silver” shop in the big city. I’m not really used to my Ford Fiesta, being elderly, freeways, or iRene iPhone (my first mobile phone) or navigating anywhere. Finally I can go the 15 miles to the VA medical center without wrong turns. So I set out to get the big bucks. And missed the turn! I was lost and confused and needed to pee. I had thought of the country as wild, strange, evil. But no; it was a nice neighborhood where nice people chose to live happily. I found a beautiful market. I asked iRene again for the silver-buying shop. She said it was closed. Okay. I drove home. Now I’ve suffered a housing inspection. HUD housing is worse than the USAF. The ex-USAF housing manager said, “Thank you for asking us in!” and so fast I snapped back, “Oh, did i?” But they want boxes removed, and today I need to change sheets, vacuum and put away laundry. If I improve things here, my mind will rest better. Then I can go to storage up the street. And then I can polish the silver. Additional research shows my family’s sterling flatware — so pretty in my memories on a festive table with family passing the pretty little serving bowls of cranberry sauce and celery sticks — that silver weighs over 6 pounds! If the dealer offers me $1,200, I will hold back. It’s worth two grand. I can wait. I have smaller things for him. The bills will get paid. And now I’ve studied how to stay out of the I-5 lanes but get over for the Fifth Street lane. Oh boy! I kept an appointment with Cardiology yesterday. They want to get me horizontal to re-start the heart. Pacemaker fine, heart needs adjustment. OK. How lucky I am to live in this time and have someone helping me after evil people subjected me to outrageous noise day and night for two years with no relief, no legal help, nothing. . . . I sat in the medical center lobby watching people. I began to chat with a Vietnam vet about housing issues, paying bills, getting help. I am old enough to be his mother! A lifetime ago I was married to a Vietnam veteran six years younger than I! This man is 68 with medical issues from chemical exposure and sky-high rent in Rancho Cordova. And I think we were terribly happy just to chat with a live friendly person. I hope the Patient Advocate will help him bigtime. As my mom used to say, “All in good time.”
Thanks again for reading and replying Mimi, it always makes my day. Things are always more connected than we acknowledge. What I see affects how I feel, which in turn affects how much I get done in a day. What I eat changes how I feel. The more I do, the more I get done. It’s like exercise… the more effort you put into it, the more energy you have later. I hope that all works out for you.
Mimi Routh
January 31, 2023 13:20Oh, Drew, what a lovely post! Especially because you’re helping the wife, but also because guy stuff is involved (the motor, the special fuel). But I need to get dressed and make coffee before I write about all the things that need to be done before other things. I’ll be right back! . . . So the other day, hit with $1300 in unforeseen debt, I headed out to a “we buy gold and silver” shop in the big city. I’m not really used to my Ford Fiesta, being elderly, freeways, or iRene iPhone (my first mobile phone) or navigating anywhere. Finally I can go the 15 miles to the VA medical center without wrong turns. So I set out to get the big bucks. And missed the turn! I was lost and confused and needed to pee. I had thought of the country as wild, strange, evil. But no; it was a nice neighborhood where nice people chose to live happily. I found a beautiful market. I asked iRene again for the silver-buying shop. She said it was closed. Okay. I drove home. Now I’ve suffered a housing inspection. HUD housing is worse than the USAF. The ex-USAF housing manager said, “Thank you for asking us in!” and so fast I snapped back, “Oh, did i?” But they want boxes removed, and today I need to change sheets, vacuum and put away laundry. If I improve things here, my mind will rest better. Then I can go to storage up the street. And then I can polish the silver. Additional research shows my family’s sterling flatware — so pretty in my memories on a festive table with family passing the pretty little serving bowls of cranberry sauce and celery sticks — that silver weighs over 6 pounds! If the dealer offers me $1,200, I will hold back. It’s worth two grand. I can wait. I have smaller things for him. The bills will get paid. And now I’ve studied how to stay out of the I-5 lanes but get over for the Fifth Street lane. Oh boy! I kept an appointment with Cardiology yesterday. They want to get me horizontal to re-start the heart. Pacemaker fine, heart needs adjustment. OK. How lucky I am to live in this time and have someone helping me after evil people subjected me to outrageous noise day and night for two years with no relief, no legal help, nothing. . . . I sat in the medical center lobby watching people. I began to chat with a Vietnam vet about housing issues, paying bills, getting help. I am old enough to be his mother! A lifetime ago I was married to a Vietnam veteran six years younger than I! This man is 68 with medical issues from chemical exposure and sky-high rent in Rancho Cordova. And I think we were terribly happy just to chat with a live friendly person. I hope the Patient Advocate will help him bigtime. As my mom used to say, “All in good time.”
Drew
January 31, 2023 13:55Thanks again for reading and replying Mimi, it always makes my day. Things are always more connected than we acknowledge. What I see affects how I feel, which in turn affects how much I get done in a day. What I eat changes how I feel. The more I do, the more I get done. It’s like exercise… the more effort you put into it, the more energy you have later. I hope that all works out for you.