Still Snooping...

Still no answers...but family and friends have been in and out.  The truck, "Fire Attack Unit," comes and goes on a regular basis - at all hours.  Ray and Bertie are their names.  He spends a lot of time working on his rose bed and petting his calico cat.  His kids bought him a golf cart so he can drive around the park and not feel as if he's totally dependent. Up until a few weeks ago, Bertie was still driving to the grocery store with Ray in tow.

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...