I am getting on top of the dreaded bill paying, I think. I overpaid several of them, and I don't know if I will get a refund, or if they will carry the positive balance on into the future. I am making progress in getting all accounts transferred to my name, greatly increasing the management of various functions.
The excellent news is, we sold the Toyota Highlander yesterday. It eases my mind a lot, it was too expensive and too much more car than we needed. I can't foresee any reason to have a car that seats 7. It would be justifiable if there were 4 of us going out (like to dinner), but alas, now we are 3 and any of our vehicles can handle that many. I even paid the taxes, and can only hope that income taxes will not be astronomical come April 15th. Uncle Sam has a hard line about paying your taxes one month at a time (you can't) only if it is for the coming year when you can pay an estimated tax.
We changed our cable TV plan and saved a good bit there. None of us actually watch much TV; I am probably the biggest user and I mostly watch the shopping channels. I don't buy stuff -- I just like to watch and criticize the jewelry, clothes, cosmetics, and the hosts as well. But only for short periods of time (20 min is about my limit.)
I still miss N very much, and I guess I always will. I regret that we didn't make much use out of our time together, never knowing that it would be cut short. It is ironic that his biggest fear was his heart, and he died of a stroke instead. His mother did as well, but she was only 57 and once he passed that age he took it for granted that he would be like his dad and live to be 80. I wonder if he had time to realize what was happening to him, but I guess he did not, it was all so quick. The doctor that was taking care of him in the hospital told me that his own father survived his 2 strokes, but that he really wished he had not, it left him so incapacitated for so long. I would not have had N under that cloud, even if it did prolong his life.
Getting too morbid here.
It will be another 3 weeks until the carpet can be expected to be installed. Then there will be all the transporting of everything in the LR and DR back into the bedroom and office. R will take a day off work to help with carrying stuff downstairs, C would have to do it all himself, since I can't carry much on the stairs when I have to hold onto the handrail. I didn't find the carpet in the color I really wanted, I guess it is too passe. But the feel of this one beats the berber carpeting that was in there, very soft and dense. It will be fine once the room is set back to normal.
Thought for the day: "To err is human, to blame it on somebody else shows management potential."