Her last day.
She has been with me since 1999 or 98. We shared many laughs, many stories, many memories from her childhood.
All that is gone, now.
She tells me she has taken a job with the Senior Citizens Center in her town. She is to be the Cook/Chief Honcho for the seniors open lunches and administrator of the Meals on Wheels program. To order all the food stuffs and oversee the dietary needs of the clientele of her center.
She seems happy with the decision. That is a good thing or her. She’s happy that her and hubby will be town bound, needing only two cars (rather than one each with one or two spares for breakdowns), and regular work days – to say little of the paychecks coming in regularly.
The largest portion of the decision, she said after much hedging, was the ability to pay for her Obama Care. She was having lots of trouble with that.
I wish her well, and hope that she stays off the highways that she feels will kill her. She’s been becoming more and more paranoid about the highway leading South from her home town.
The truckers, she says, won’t yield the center of the road anymore and she is becoming more afraid to drive it given the accident rates of the truckers.
She is getting older, and as so many elders do, she keeps station on the highways with peripheral vision, not realizing she does it. When she is subjected to using only the barr ditch, she starts to tighten up.
Care, Mary. I’ll miss your visits. Best of Luck. And, Thanks, ever so much.
From the reaches,