1. Our across-the-street neighbor is failing. When we moved in three years ago, she was sharp as a tack. And she’s a dear. We looked forward to many years having her as a neighbor. Last year, there was an episode where she misplaced her purse and was convinced that strangers had run into her house & grabbed it while she was getting her mail, stealing the keys to a rental car, among other things. The purse was found weeks later (I do not know where,) and a week after that, she had forgotten it ever happened. Which was a pretty big warning sign.
And now, as we were pulling out of our driveway last weekend to head to the airport, she pulled into our long driveway to inform us that people had been breaking into her house in the middle of the night and stealing the copies of her tax returns. Also, two chairs. She came over the night we got back from AZ to tell me the whole story. And she was terrified. And it’s heartbreaking.
She doesn’t see that if one wakes up in the middle of the night to people riffling through one’s belongings, falling back to sleep isn’t the usual response–she’s obviously having bad dreams, and remembering the dreams in the morning, but not the fact that they were dreams. I asked if she wanted us to install a chain on the inside of her door, since she was so frightened that all these people seemed to have keys to her house. She didn’t know what I meant. And she’s scared all the time now. Her only real family is a half-cousin who lives a couple of towns over. They check on her, but obviously not often enough. The police keep coming by to check on her, because it’s a small town & everyone knows–at this point–that things aren’t right for her. But what to do?
I’m afraid she won’t be able to live by herself much longer, and it breaks my heart. Getting old is the pits.
2. The writing’s been going swimmingly. Revision’s been going great, I should say, since I think everything’s there that needs to be, it just needs polishing to a high sheen.
It’s fun getting up in the morning and being so excited to open up the computer. Yay for being on a roll.
3. It was not bitterly cold today. A blessing. I’m done with bitterly cold, I have to say.
4. I bought a dress for my stepdaughter’s September wedding today. Now here’s hoping that my willpower holds so that the dress fits in September. Yikes. (I’m pretty sure just seeing it in my closet will inspire me, since it’s a flat-out beautiful dress–exactly what I was looking for, color, fabric & style.) Best part? I can wear my favorite heels with it. Hurrah for comfy heels!
5. The Boy took the wee one off to an indoor playground this morning, giving me a chance to mop floors and run a vacuum. Sometimes, all I want are clean floors! (And, if I ever make money at this writing stuff? I’m hiring a cleaning lady. That’s the ONLY thing I miss about living in NYC–our cleaning lady.) I’m really hoping once the kiddo’s in school every morning next year, that I have a bit more leeway in doing the weekly cleaning. Between a kid in the house & a husband who works at home, it sometimes seems almost impossible to clean the rooms I most want to clean–because they’re always in use. The kitchen gets a good tidying/wipe down every night, but cleaning could happen a lot more often before anyone accused me of keeping a too-clean house.