I’m about as close to tired as I can get these days. After everything that has gone on this week, I feel like packing it in and forgetting everything that’s online. Since I wrote about my flea bombing Sunday, I’ll start with Monday.
When I got to work on Monday, one of the Lunch Bunch was standing on the sidewalk in front of the entrance to the hospital. I said hello and started to go on in. She stopped me and said, “Did you hear about” and called the name of another one of the Lunch Bunch. I said no and figured she was going to tell me she’d wrecked her car or something. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. “She was found dead in bed this morning.” I couldn’t believe it. She’d been part of my work life for the last 15 years. There was no way it could be true but it was. She was 35 years old with a husband and two young daughters. One is a bit older than I was when my father died, the other a bit younger. I was a couple of weeks away from being five years old. I knew it was going to be hard on them.
The night before had been the first night I’d been able to sleep really well since all the flea battling had started back before the last week of August. I was still sort of in a fog and the news didn’t help.
I’m sitting here trying to remember all that happened through the week and my mind’s a blank. I’m still sleep-deprived. On top of everything else, I’ve gotten an ear infection, I believe. I went to my neighbor and asked if they had a heating pad or a hot water bottle. They had the pad and I borrowed it until I can get something of my own to replace it. I slept with my ear on it last night and had some relief from the pressure. I boiled it out with peroxide this morning. For all I know, a flea got in there and laid eggs. Nice thought, isn’t it?
The forum has been very quiet. I can’t keep it going by myself. I can hope there will be more activity but who knows?
My foot is still swollen. I can walk without limping. When I went to the funeral yesterday, I had to wear flats. About the funeral, I was keeping calm and not crying until the folding door to the side room was opened. There were so many people—the place was packed. The family was sitting in the side room and I had a perfect view of the husband with his two little girls. The smaller one was curled up on his lap with her face hidden in his shoulder. That’s when I lost it. I could relate and it broke my heart.
I got an email from my friend, Shari, that her woman’s best friend, Ziggy Marley Jimi Hendrix, has cancer and isn’t expected to live long. He’s a Pembrook Welsh Corgi and still has a lot of puppy in him even though he’s getting up there. From what I understand, he isn’t even close to the age he should be to cash in his chips. There’s so much sadness in the world. She wrote, “What will I do without my walking buddy? Who will chase the crows from the yard for fun? Who will keep the cats from pooping in my garden? Who will keep the mice from the attic? Who will greet me when I come home?” All I can say is, God can work miracles. She isn’t going to go for chemo because that would prolong the inevitable and make him sicker.
Since I’m relating all the bad things that happened this week, I got my “new” jacket from Goodwill tangled up with one of the glue boards I used to catch fleas. The sticky stuff wouldn’t come off. I think I might have been able to rescue it except I did something really dumb and tried to iron it off over paper and it just sank into the fabric even more. I don’t know what I’m going to do. If I could find fabric to match…I doubt I could. It’s a different shade of plum. Guess I could make the jacket a couple inches shorter. It was so pretty the length it is.
The economy is collapsing. Will the rescue package work? My world is anything but pleasant. I think I’ll go to bed early and sleep it off. Good night.