Well,
all the dialysis supplies are gone. I think the house just rose a couple of
inches. Picture is of the now dialysis-materials-free closet. Forgot to take a
before picture, but it was filled from top to bottom and all the way to the
door.
Day 14
as a widow - there are landmines everywhere - A couple of guys from the
dialysis clinic came this morning to take away all the dialysis stuff (probably
close to 60 boxes). I helped, because I felt bad that everything was on the
second floor. The older gentleman collects records, so I got his name and
number for whenever I decide what I'm doing with Jay's record collection. Few
unexpected landmines over the last of the dialysis stuff. I spent the afternoon
cleaning floors (after I figured out that the belt was worn on the vacuum and
bought a new one). Kitty and I then spent some time in the hammock recovering.
Few more landmines came while listening to "The Wee Free Men" by
Terry Pratchett. Forgot about Granny Aching dying in that book. Some of it hit
awfully close to home. Now I'm laying in bed wondering where the hell Jay's
keyring is. I went looking for it, because I was going to get his parents'
house key off of it, but they weren't in his gray bag where they always are.
I've looked everywhere that I can think they could possibly be - no keys. I
guess they'll show up when they feel like it.
Jay would be so proud. I
thoroughly mopped the kitchen floor - pulled ALL furniture out (even the little
table in the corner - found a large stash of kitty toys under it), swept, and
mopped (3 times - twice with pine sol and last rinse with hot water). Then I
even mopped the floor in the second bathroom upstairs.
Love
you forever, my Jaybird
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