Wednesday October 26

Yesterday was not a good day, but it ended successfully. 

Mileage from United still in dispute—had to shrink and resend PDF files. 

Thought I’d forgotten to enclose Death Certificate and Birth Certificate in Social Security envelope. Jumped out of bed at 5:30 am to hunt them down. Steamed open the envelope, gathered them all, then reread the instructions. It said to include them, “if boxes are checked.” They were not checked. Taped the envelope to mail. 

IRA guy called to clarify instructions on paperwork. 

Then spent a frustrating hour on the phone with AT&T asking why the cell bill was about $50.00 higher for the same two phones, same service. Was told to go to the physical store to get access to the old account. I asked them to switch me back as it was cheaper! No go. "They don't offer that account anymore." 

I called customer service from the actual store, and finally got someone who knew what she was doing who moved me to a service that was some price as the old one but with more data—which we/I don’t use much. 

In between I felt dizzy and fell in Ren’s office—scraped my arm—and got the car washed after mailing forms to Soc Sec and IRA people. Then the really relaxing part was my credit card arrived in the afternoon. I feel secure again!!

 Today I slept in until 7:15, ate and took a long phone call from a childhood friend who lives in London, Ontario, Canada.  She will be 80 in three months. Her health is not great, but she always sounds chipper. We caught up on our news—of course I described Ren’s death. She lay with her mother as she died, so similar to me. She said she felt she had done everything she could for her mother who was 97!  

I feel the same with Ren, but he went too soon. 

I cry more easily now. “Wind Beneath my Wings” by Willie Nelson had me sobbing, but usually I shed just a few tears then I move on, albeit with a heavy heart. 

When I drove home from AT&T, I saw Ren’s truck in the driveway and thought, “Oh Ren’s back!” 

Just a flash, but it was jarring. Strange.