Friends

No, I haven’t been having a complete mental breakdown in the last 2 days, much as I would like to.

P and her accountant husband, R, are down for a few days to help me sort out HIS finances. Being the “artistic type” HE wasn’t that organized and I need all the help I can get.

It’s actually been a pretty good 2 days, busy days.

We also spent some time test driving vehicles, I think finding the right one might be difficult. I need something that’s in my price range, decent on gas, and would prefer a small SUV or truck. Also between our wreck in December and this last one, me feeling safe in a vehicle has become very important. Problem is, the ones I feel safe in are like the Jeep, pigs when it comes to gas.




2011 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500
a mere $55 439.00

I keep telling myself that I’m a good driver (because I am), and that just because I feel safe in a vehicle doesn’t mean it’s any safer than another…but it’s not really working.



Tomorrow we’ll go out and look at more… P and I were talking about test driving a Charger or Mustang, just because we can (not because it’s in my price range) but my heart’s not really into it….plus they probably want your first born as collateral when you take it out, I don’t think they take cats.

Last night wrapped up with an old friend of our stopping by to visit. We’ve been friends with him for well over 12 years and now located in the states he couldn’t come to the funeral. He feels bad about that but sitting with him on our deck for a few hours was way better.

Despite the Symphony of Suck, or actually because of the SoS,  I do realize I’m very lucky to have such great friends and such great support. I always knew I could count on people in my life, but the lengths some of them have gone for me in the last while has really been overwhelming and humbling. Even the e-mails or phone calls I recieve from people checking in means so much. I had an epiphany the other day that maybe the women who do go absolutely sideways when their spouse dies are the ones who are missing this in they’re life.

I can’t imagine what that would be like, and thankfully I don’t have to.