Coffee anyone ?

[Baymule]

Coffee is ready. On second cup. Mowed goat weed yesterday in middle field. Today take flat trailer tire to get it fixed.
@fuzzi you offered, you have done what you can. Probably a phone call once in awhile, but it sounds like she is all closed up and refusing all help.

 

[Weldman]

High of 95°F today, a bit warmer than it should be.

 

[SageHill]

I don't recall what I've posted, so excuse any duplicate info.

Got into town Sunday afternoon. Went by the home of the deceased SIL, Mary, no one there. Had a nice conversation with a neighbor, Mike, who's lived next door for much of his 71 years. I texted my older SIL, Barbara, she's fine, doesn't need help. She wasn't rude, politely declined my offer to assist.

Monday I drove around the old neighborhoods where Ron and I lived, mostly unrecognizable. Did a little Goodwill shopping, finally headed for the funeral home.

Barbara was all alone there, looked terrible, drawn. She is obviously not handling it well. A couple of Mary's coworkers stopped by, wearing torn jeans, the designer type? I don't think they knew any better, were sincere in their sympathy. Then one cousin showed up with her bratty 11yo son. He procedes to the podium where there's a microphone, and pretends to give a euology. His mom thinks it's cute. I did not, and it was only out of concern for Barbara that I didn't read him and his mother the riot act. Cousin's brother texts, he can't come, he's busy at work. Then cousin leaves, taking her rotten child with her.

One of Barbara's friends comes, and stays. She's a big sweetie. Nice neighbor Mike comes by, as do two men who live next door to Mary. They have adopted her two cats, and apparently are sincerely sad.

That's all. No one else showed, no other cousins, though there are several.

We ladies went out to eat afterwards.

I'm very concerned about Barbara. I offered to stay another day, but she said she was going back to work. She gave away the flowers, said she didn't want them, they reminded her of Mary.

Now she's all alone.

So I'm headed home, staying in Harrisburg, PA this evening. I wish there was more I could do.

Thanks for listening.

Wow. Just wow. It shows even more how much you care and understand. Hugs to you for being there - you made a huge effort and I'm sure greatly appreciated.

 

[Blue Sky]

Up early to start chores then search for escape method. Moses was out yesterday morning and barking plaintively to be let back in. And well he might as there’s evidence of a big cat around. And bobcats and our feeder cam snapped a pic of a jaguarundi two ? years ago. I think it ate up my chickens last year after Smitty and Crockett died. I was incandescently thirsty when I came in from checking the top pasture, no luck. So it’s off to the bottoms I go looking for the walkabout exit. Hole, loose panel, lawdy help me if they’re jumping or climbing.

 

[Alaskan]

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I love that photo

 

[Alaskan]

I don't recall what I've posted, so excuse any duplicate info.

Got into town Sunday afternoon. Went by the home of the deceased SIL, Mary, no one there. Had a nice conversation with a neighbor, Mike, who's lived next door for much of his 71 years. I texted my older SIL, Barbara, she's fine, doesn't need help. She wasn't rude, politely declined my offer to assist.

Monday I drove around the old neighborhoods where Ron and I lived, mostly unrecognizable. Did a little Goodwill shopping, finally headed for the funeral home.

Barbara was all alone there, looked terrible, drawn. She is obviously not handling it well. A couple of Mary's coworkers stopped by, wearing torn jeans, the designer type? I don't think they knew any better, were sincere in their sympathy. Then one cousin showed up with her bratty 11yo son. He procedes to the podium where there's a microphone, and pretends to give a euology. His mom thinks it's cute. I did not, and it was only out of concern for Barbara that I didn't read him and his mother the riot act. Cousin's brother texts, he can't come, he's busy at work. Then cousin leaves, taking her rotten child with her.

One of Barbara's friends comes, and stays. She's a big sweetie. Nice neighbor Mike comes by, as do two men who live next door to Mary. They have adopted her two cats, and apparently are sincerely sad.

That's all. No one else showed, no other cousins, though there are several.

We ladies went out to eat afterwards.

I'm very concerned about Barbara. I offered to stay another day, but she said she was going back to work. She gave away the flowers, said she didn't want them, they reminded her of Mary.

Now she's all alone.

So I'm headed home, staying in Harrisburg, PA this evening. I wish there was more I could do.

Thanks for listening.

I think that you did beautifully.

And I agree that maybe an occasional phone call, even a super brief text of "I am thinking of you, if you need to talk, I am here" so that Barbara knows she isn't fully alone. She might not ever respond... but just knowing that someone is out there that thinks about her should be a help.


As to that bratty kid! I really think this world is going to hell in a hand basket! People in general are mean, nasty and astonishingly selfish, and put VERY little effort into proper child rearing.

It makes it difficult for some of us to just function.

 

[Mini Horses]

@Alaskan agree ... People issues!!!! No child rearing, no family time, no structure. So many people now just live shun responsibility. It's such a different world now and I've seen a lot over many years.

 

[fuzzi]

I'm home. Aside from Barbara I am shaking the dust from my feet re: Ron's relatives. And I will be keeping in touch with her.

Chicks are GROWING!

Naomi's OEGB chicks!

Rahab's Sussex. It was raining, so the run was dark, and they were moving really fast...which is why the photos are all blurry. I'll get better photos soon.

 

[Weldman]

I love that photo

I was told I should print it up as an oil painting or put it on aluminum and sell it.

 

[fuzzi]

I was told I should print it up as an oil painting or put it on aluminum and sell it.

It looks like a painting.