I slept OK but woke up with a headache. I also woke up with 3 💖 cats in my bed, Cleo, Biscuit, and Torbie right by my head. Pretty cute! I took something (Excedrin) for the headache and it is mostly gone.
I saw my basket as I sat down by the computer. Long story on the basket. Ron and I were at the Walmart in Galveston on our honeymoon and needed a few things. I would push Ron in the wheelchair and he would hold a basket in his lap, when we shopped, back then. They didn't have the blue plastic shopping baskets with the handles so I picked up a woven basket with handles, we used that and Ron said "I like this, let's buy it too" when we got to checkout. So I kept it. When he painstakingly cut out all the little cardboard squares for me a few years later I put them in the basket. When he died I put all the cards on top of the squares, in the basket. So it is very sentimental for me. The movers almost threw out the squares when they were packing, I freaked and snatched it away and yelled "Not this!". And Ron was still alive...
Anyway I am functional now, the headache is almost gone, but my hands are shaking. A little hard to complete my health assessment at work. Times like that I do wish I had someone else around who could do it for me.
But one statistic I read: If you don't remarry within 10 years of losing a spouse you are not going to remarry. According to the research. I still plan to hold tight to my 5 year plan of not dating and getting my head together. I would like to think I would be OK being single, like the other ladies in my family, but I do miss having a companion. I don't want a room-mate not to mention I would have to put them in Ron's room and share a toilet and shower which would be a little ick. What if they have hepatitis? What if they secretly hate cats and hurt mine when I am not around? So on that count I would rather live alone. Not to mention it can be really hard to evict someone if they prove to be a problem.
I have been reading a lot of stories of people who didn't pay their rent during the lockdown, got rent assistance to stave off eviction, but when their lease expired the landlord said "Get out". I can understand the landlord's viewpoint, you have already proven you are unreliable. Not to mention the one lady I was reading about was very ugly to management during phone calls about repairs, admitted it. No one likes to be talked to like they just *(&! on the rug. Happily Walmart does not do that. But the tenant feels like it was OK not to pay the rent and that could happen again. I wouldn't want a tenant like that I have to pay taxes, insurance, utilities, and upkeep on the place and you are in the other room doing selfies all day. That's a problem.
I mean I was able to go out and find a job in the worst of it. I went to interviews, applied online, honed my resume and cover letter, etc. And I don't think I'm anything special, I just sat down and did the job stuff before I went on my message boards, blogged, etc. I almost missed orientation at Walmart because they sent me an email and I don't have email on my phone! Happily my aunt rode to the rescue. So if I ever job hunt again I will have to get better at checking my email (I currently do it once in the morning and that's it).
Checked my email $605 in my account from Walmart Associates Payroll (my name). I will take it, I sure earned it. I think I missed out on a bonus because I called out one day with a migraine, but there's no way I could have gone to work that day. Maybe next time.
My hair looks conditioned today from the hair stuff but not necessarily smoother, but I did just get out of bed. Chances are it's going to rain today so after my shower I plan to put a little of the stuff on my ends, and part, and leave it at that. I don't plan to use a lot like I did yesterday that was a little slimy.
So, off to my shower. Did that... was naked with hair brushed out (now there's a visual) before I remembered the litter box, so I cleaned them first then took the shower. Nice fresh litter in there. Good shower, I like that citrus mint soap. I got a little more than I planned when I did a squirt of the hair stuff, so I put a moderate amount on my part (it gets very frizzy) and then some on the ends, then I put an old tshirt on until it soaks into my hair so it won't get slime all over me right after my shower.
I am pretty clueless about beauty routines; when I was a teenager I spent most of my time suicidal and barely got into the shower to wash my hair and apply deodorant. The rest of the time I was putting on blue mascara and too much blush. When I met Ron I stopped wearing makeup because he couldn't see it. He just asked me to take care of myself and be presentable he didn't care about lipstick or whatever. So I just got out of the habit. I was always clean but that's about it, I didn't fancy myself up.
Lately I have been feeling a little push to use the whitening toothpaste, get some hair products, and a new skincare item (generic Cetaphil I think it was, the face wash). I want to look "nice" not just "presentable" but still don't plan to wear makeup or style my hair. I'll use the leave in conditioner but that's about as far as I plan to go. Not to mention the intensive beauty routines cost a lot of money. Still doing the ponytail, I just put it up in a clip for work. Recently someone was working near me with some strapping tape and I had my hair down, I couldn't help but think what if she got my hair? I would have to cut it off. Happily it did not happen but it confirms me putting my hair up when I work. Besides I am fairly active working.
A lot of baying next door in #6's yard, I think Cleo is teasing the dog. I didn't know what it was, at first. But I'm up been up for a while so that works.
I actually like getting up hours early, then I have time to just sit around, do my God Time, hang out with the cats, etc. Then go to work. But that's me, I think most of the people work that swing shift at work like to stay up until 4 AM. I go to bed around 11 PM.
I am moderately depressed today but nothing like last night. I am happy for that. I did sleep OK. I had a weird dream but I don't remember it.
I am going to go check on Dad's package. It's in Oregon, that's encouraging. He is in CA. He has 2 packages but I figure I can just check the one. Shipping was a lot but like my aunt said it is Christmas. I could have just gotten him a Walmart Gift card or even a Starbucks, he did say he liked Starbucks, but 1. They support some things I don't and 2. I wanted to be original. So hopefully he will like the gifts.
And I just figured out the perfect present for my aunt, it will arrive on Saturday likely. It is not necessarily a Christmas gift but it is something she wants. And that's all that matters.
For instance, I would be thrilled if someone brought me a case of litter for Christmas. I can't eat chocolate, I have plenty of coffee (although could always use decaf), but I can always use cat litter. Just a for instance.
I did my God Time and bagged up some candy. I am having troubles getting the hard, individually wrapped candy. I make do with what I can get but would like a "better" mix. However the candy is just a vehicle for the Scripture booklet so I don't worry about it. I am just glad I have something to hand out. But that's another thing I could use, hard individually wrapped candy. I need to ask my aunt to keep an eye out the next time she goes to her Walmart. Mine is pretty bare but hers may have more.
I am glad I figured out her gift. I was going to get one item but she has mentioned the other more than once so I feel confident. I know she will like it, you don't always get that confidence in gift giving.
Still moderately depressed but I will make it. Just thinking about the day Ron died; those were some awful phone calls, first to my aunt "I found Ron (unresponsive) I called 911 he doesn't have a heart rate and isn't breathing". Then my Dad I called him right after they pronounced Ron "Ron just died, I need to go talk to the Medical Examiner's investigator and will call you later". Needless to say my aunt booked it over here. And by then he had been pronounced.
I will give the responders credit, they sure tried. CPR so vigorous they broke 2 ribs. They used a lot of epi, I heard them talking about that everytime they gave him a dose. They shocked him, had him on a vent, intubated him, did everything they could but God had taken him.
Now Ron faced a hellish decline into madness and dependence I am certain he was more than happy to go, and I'm sure God told him (and will) He would take care of me. Once he heard that I am sure Ron was happy to go especially when God let him know he had Alzheimer's. Who wants to stick around for that? And Ron had a thing about "being a burden" he would not have wanted that.
But his heart just gave out. I used to laugh because, every time a medical person saw Ron's chest with the scars from the open heart surgery, they always got out the stethoscope and had a listen to his heart. I thought it was "silly, his heart is fine". It was NOT but I am glad I didn't know. I would have worried endlessly and wouldn't have left him. And really what could I do? If God calls you, you are going and nothing a human can do is going to stop death. And at the end of it I am glad Ron died when I was out of the house. It might have been bad to hear.
And now I need to go see about my ride home tonight. I don't like to call him too early. And he can do it.
I am almost ready to go. One thing I need to think about, do I want to get on the "affordable" health care plan? I should get my own heart checked out, I am overweight and have a family history of trouble. I do fine running for the bus and all but you never know. And I don't want to put my loved ones through losing me. I will think about it.
That's it for now; may post tonight after work.