On Monday I went to the theatre with friends to see a production by the local musical society. It was a comedy, and brilliantly acted and sung. It was a lovely evening.
On Tuesday morning I had arranged to bury John's ashes beside his tree in the garden of remembrance. I arrived at the crematorium in plenty of time, and #1 stepson met me there. We waited and waited, nobody came!
We walked round to have a look at John's tree, and the hole had not been dug to receive his ashes. Stepson went round the back to see if he could find anyone, while I sat and shivered, and cried.
Eventually he found someone, the appointment had not been put in the diary, so we had to wait while the hole was dug. By this time we were both in a state. But I wanted it done before the snow arrived. It's done, and we planted bulbs and flowers round the tree. But I miss having the ashes in the house. Silly, because that's not my belief, but logic doesn't seem to be working.
On Wednesday I was to have cavity wall insulation (free, as I'm old!) I was to be ready by 8.00, with pictures off the walls. They arrived at 1.30, then sat outside for ages in their van. Eventually I went out and asked them if they were going to do the job. They had a problem!!!!
The previous job had taken more material than expected, and they hadn't enough to do my bungalow. They had phoned their boss, and were waiting for instructions. They had come down from Perth, set out at 5am!
Eventually it was decided they'd do two walls, and come back on Saturday to finish the job.
Yesterday I had my final session with my counsellor. I'd taken a copy of the poem she'd asked me to write, she was in tears as she read it, and asked if she could keep it! Anyway, I was offered more sessions, or referral to a psychologist, but I said I didn't need either. I know what my problems are, and thanks to her they are now on the surface, so I can handle them. So I'm discharged!
Today I have a peaceful day, just some friends visiting this afternoon, may even get some housework done this morning. Then the wall people again tomorrow.
Who said retirement was boring?
On Tuesday morning I had arranged to bury John's ashes beside his tree in the garden of remembrance. I arrived at the crematorium in plenty of time, and #1 stepson met me there. We waited and waited, nobody came!
We walked round to have a look at John's tree, and the hole had not been dug to receive his ashes. Stepson went round the back to see if he could find anyone, while I sat and shivered, and cried.
Eventually he found someone, the appointment had not been put in the diary, so we had to wait while the hole was dug. By this time we were both in a state. But I wanted it done before the snow arrived. It's done, and we planted bulbs and flowers round the tree. But I miss having the ashes in the house. Silly, because that's not my belief, but logic doesn't seem to be working.
On Wednesday I was to have cavity wall insulation (free, as I'm old!) I was to be ready by 8.00, with pictures off the walls. They arrived at 1.30, then sat outside for ages in their van. Eventually I went out and asked them if they were going to do the job. They had a problem!!!!
The previous job had taken more material than expected, and they hadn't enough to do my bungalow. They had phoned their boss, and were waiting for instructions. They had come down from Perth, set out at 5am!
Eventually it was decided they'd do two walls, and come back on Saturday to finish the job.
Yesterday I had my final session with my counsellor. I'd taken a copy of the poem she'd asked me to write, she was in tears as she read it, and asked if she could keep it! Anyway, I was offered more sessions, or referral to a psychologist, but I said I didn't need either. I know what my problems are, and thanks to her they are now on the surface, so I can handle them. So I'm discharged!
Today I have a peaceful day, just some friends visiting this afternoon, may even get some housework done this morning. Then the wall people again tomorrow.
Who said retirement was boring?
