Dear John,
So, it seems there was a black bear wandering through your mom's neighborhood! She still refers to the previous Chief of Police as the owner of a particular house, though I think a few people have been through there since he left. Anyway, it was in his yard. She sent some pictures in the group chat. I sent a text, telling her that I hoped she wasn't gardening today, but your brother (or his wife) sent your niece over to tell her in person. I don't think your mom believed her.
When I picked up our mail after our vacation, I was very surprised to find multiple checks in the mail. The Army has finally processed my request for your pension. As the Army does, they caught me up from the date of your death (which is kinda funny, since, at the time, I was not eligible to collect both the DIC and your pension. But they changed the rules in 2023, so that was a nice surprise.) Though they insisted that a direct deposit form be part of the packet I submitted, I continue to get paper checks. One of my friends (who does Army HR) said they do that to make sure the right person is getting the checks before they move to the automated system.
I was going to go on a big political rant, but I will suffice it to say that I feel a lot better with the energy that that Harris/Walz ticket is bringing. I know you did not like Harris, but you also didn't vote. So, too bad. Plus, you definitely did not respond well to women in positions of authority. Also too bad.
Now, on to the bad news. I put my engagement ring on to wear for S's senior pictures. When I came home, the diamond was gone. I'm very upset about this, but then again, you kind of ruined the moment when you proposed to yourself with it anyway. I took it to Roger's and Holland's for the insurance estimate, so I'm waiting for that to come through. I don't know if I'll replace it, replace it with a lab created diamond, get something entirely different, or use some of the gemstones that you bought on a whim and make a different memorial ring. It's not like I wore my engagement ring much after S was born - it stuck out too far, and I was afraid to scratch her. Then my fingers got too fat. Then you had it resized, but we never went anywhere, so I still didn't wear it. Of course, the one time I pull it out...
S is getting her wisdom teeth out this month. The dogs are also getting dental services. It's a good thing I got all that Army money, because it's going to be an expensive month. S's senior pictures turned out pretty gorgeous. I'm still waiting for the go-ahead to post them. As usual, she doesn't like most of them, but I think they're all great. Well, maybe there are a couple that aren't the best. But her not-the-best is still pretty great.
She was at work tonight, and they ended up with 50 or so extra hot dogs. We were trying to find a homeless shelter to give them to, but there's only one near here, and it's in a really bad location. I called two different cop shops to try and get them to take them to the shelter, but they're too busy doing nothing. (The state police said they only had 5 guys on tonight for 6 counties. Guess it's time to go speeding!) Oh well, I gave it my best shot. The other closest shelters are not in too great of areas either, and they don't answer their phones. It's hard to give stuff away sometimes. I guess I could have hit up the lady who's always chasing down the unhoused people to take photos of them to post on FB and invite them to her church. Maybe next time...or maybe we should find out where the bear went, and leave them out for him! I think he went east today.
Love,
A
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