The Transition Times

I’m having a really bad week.

Benny took me to the dog park yesterday.  He had a great time.  I had to “gently” tell a dog trainer in a wheelchair that he was making everyone there uncomfortable.  He had shock collers on his three dogs and was keeping them on leash and not letting them interact with the other dogs.

Lew’s life insurance company is playing a game of “Loose the Paperwork.”  Excuse me, I “didn’t send them the paperwork.”

I found out at tonight’s radio club meeting that the MS Society’s insurance company is requiring volunteers to undergo background checks.  I am so totally against that.  There’s no way I’ll consent.  Humm . . . I wonder if this is the insurance company’s way of not having to insure anyone.

Then, driving home in just a tad bit of rain . . . Backed into the garage . . . Uncliped Benny’s seatbelt . . . My feet were wet!  Grabbed a flashlight.  There was water running out from under the bench seat.  Groan! Now I’ve got to make a trip to the dealer.  Wonder if I’ll have to get in a fight about who is responsible for the repairs.

Started “cleaning” out the closet.  So many socks!  I didn’t realize until a couple of weeks before Lew died, Lew had been using “disposable” underwear.  Instead of washing his undies, he was throwing them away.  He must have been buying socks at the same rate as underwear.

There was a tie on the shelf with his wallet.  It had been taken off over his head with the knot still in it.  I didn’t see him with it on.  I wonder what he had been doing with it.

I haven’t been through all of his pockets yet.  So far, the only thing I’ve found is a single handkerchief.  I’m not really expecting to find much strangeness.  He didn’t get really bad before I was keeping an eye on him.

Well, its after 2:00am.  I guess its time I let go of some of my frustrations and get some sleep.  Benny needs a bath and I’d like to get it done before Lisa is here to clean the bathroom.  Nite.