Your word is a lamp to my foot, and a light to my roadway. Psalms 119:105

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Making Progress

Every day I work some on the multiple tasks that I have to do. Today I filed all the paperwork that had been building up. This week I learned how to do online banking and paid my summer taxes and transferred some money from one account to another to pay most of the funeral expenses. Thankfully, the insurance check came in time so that I did not have to dig into any IRA accounts.

I have been using my days productively....trying to keep busy. Service on Tuesday and Wednesday. Today I took off to get the rest of Don's shirts ready to give away when I find someone who wears 16 1/2 34 shirts. I think I have found someone who cam use Don's almost new winter woolen grey dress coat. He looked so nice in it but I know that I will feel better if someone can use it this winter.

I have not yet tackled his closet though my daughter Ann has volunteered to help me switch the clothes. I intend to put all of Don's good clothes in the computer room closet and my clothes in the master bedroom closet. I hope to empty the closet with Ann's help and paint it fresh, then switch my clothes in there.

I am still numb. I seldom cry though I am sad a lot. I keep busy so I don't think too much. When I do think of Don, I think of him cold in the ground. I wish I could hold him. I wish it was just a bad dream but I know better than that.

I used this evening for my personal study night this week. I have had several offers to sit in on other families study. I did one week. Usually I have a meeting on Thursday night but it is switched to Friday night this week because the CO is visiting Central Mount Clemens Congregation.

I am going to get new tires on the car tomorrow. Don had already made the decision before he died. I was supposed to get them last Friday but the dealership was out of my size tire. I hear Brandon is pleased to have Papa's truck and polished it already. He cannot drive it without Mom or Dad. It is in Mom and Dad's name.

Well, I think it is about time "for me to roost". That is a country term meaning that all good chickens are going to bed now. All my love, Barb