Several months ago, a deputy sheriff pulled up and wound up hauling Ray off. I got the mail at the same time as my neighbor who told me that Ray had "gone off" and was flushing Bertie's pills and pushing her around. A couple of weeks later, family came and took the furniture out and hauled it off. Bertie went to stay with family and Ray was allowed back in the home - by himself. Since then, Bertie - and the furniture - all moved back in. But earlier in the week a realtor posted a "For Sale" sign in the yard.
It's made me somewhat reflective. I sure hope I don't lose my cognitive skills - the few I have left anyway!
I've already apologized to hubman for things I may do in the future. I have a vivid imagination, and I guess that's why the saga of Ray and Bertie has piqued my interest and concern. There hasn't been any notice in the paper so I'm hoping that things are going well.
When hubman found out about his diabetes, he started walking 1-2 miles a day. By the end of the first week he made several friends and probably knows everyone's name by now. I'm such a "recluse," I don't really know a soul. I guess it's true that opposites attract!
Hope everyone has a fantastic week...