Working Hard

Lots has happened the past week. I was finally named executor of Ron's estate, which means I can start selling things. There are people interested in all the vehicles, from bucket truck to backhoe.

Yesterday the GMC dealership in Catskill bought out the remainder of the lease on Ron's truck with me paying a small amount toward the purchase compared to the entire lease payout. I was very relieved to no longer have that hanging over my head, but it was very sad to give up Ron's truck.

Today I turned Ron's vanity plates to DMV. That was even sadder because Ron had those plates for years and years. It's as if I'm slowly eliminating all evidence of his existence. It breaks my heart.

Somebody this morning said, "Ron's probably in a better place than we are." HUH?? Helllooo... My husband is dead. Don't tell me he's in a better place. My response to this person was, "He's not in a better place and he should still be here with me." Death is not better!

One of Ron's daughters and son come tomorrow to pick up big items that belong in the family. I also have Em down here. It should be interesting. :--)

I continue to work on cleaning out things. I can't see the time where I won't be cleaning out things, and I mean that literally. I estimate it will take at least 12 to 18 months to get rid of everything that has to go. I dread starting the attic. It's dark. It's either hot or cold. The ceiling is very slanted, and there are nails sticking through from roof shingles being nailed. The stairs are steep and narrow. It is full of stuff. It's dangerous. For that chore I may hire somebody to help me.

I really should write every day because these few paragraphs don't relate, and I obviously don't remember, what I do every day, and one of the reasons for starting this blog was for me to remember what I do in my life.

Ember was here Friday through Sunday morning. Brianna came up Saturday so I had a full house with Tony, Bri and Em. It was a good time, but when they all left at 9:30 Sunday morning, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had peace and quiet back again.

Sunday night I went to Elsie's for supper. I was glad I went but it was sad. When I got home, I didn't put my car in the garage because Ron wasn't there. Every Sunday after Elsie's I'd ride back to the garage with him, and we'd walk back in the dark holding hands. It tears my heart apart not to have his hand to hold.

Monday I made 4 trips to the post office and one trip to the bank. I had to copy, get things notarized send registered mail, pack a box to sent to Montana and .... I forget what else.