When I took care of my mother, she was always buying clothes from the catalogs of I believe Hubbard and Blair. She bought clothes for me also. One of the things she bought me that I really loved is a lightweight steel blue jacket with embroidered flowers. I have a rack on the back of a closet door that I hang coats on. Well one day I didn’t have a hanger and didn’t feel like looking for one, so I tossed the jacket temporarily on the floor. Big mistake. Pixie now owns the jacket, and she loves laying on it and doesn’t plan to give it up any time soon.
Right now, she is keeping me sane. I am so stressed. I have to move this weekend and it looks like the Mormons are going to come through for me again. They don’t care that I don’t follow their religion. They have just decided that they really like me as a person, and they try and help me out as much as they can.
I’ll be getting rid of a lot of things that are Reid’s and that has me in tears. It just makes everything so final. Sometimes I can hear him in my mind. If I start to go somewhere but don’t reach for my cane, I can hear him as in life go “where is your cane?” I’m going to disconnect the television service since I never watch it. Reid would turn it all day and watch. He kept me up to date on what was happening.
This is going to be so very tight for me financially. Once I can clean out and can give up the storage shed it will help some but that is at least another month thing maybe longer.
I am so stressed, depressed, and overwhelmed at the moment. I need some virtual hugs and encouragement that I can do this. In return I promise more Pixie stories. She will always come through with something to bring up my spirits.