... if you are still in the workforce... as a retiree, it is just another day!
And sometimes we as retirees forget what day it is since they all run into one another!
In the year 2008 when I decided to quit everything, all due to a few things... It was when I found out my niece and brother had died in 2006.
Here's the story of why it took so long for me to be better informed... FEAR! When Hubby became a deputy way back in the early nineties we had changed our phone number to being unlisted. After all, Hubby arrested people and who knows what ramifications that could come into play! It was such a small protective thing it never occurred to me that my niece couldn't find me. We had moved from one coast to another.
Anywho, I found something online about her getting money and so I printed it out and mailed it to her. It came back and could not be delivered because the recipient was deceased!
I was shocked, so I dug further and found a number for my X-sister-in-law and called her, my niece's mother.
And she basically yelled at me for not being there for my niece she had tried calling me and all sorts of issues but could not find me! And also told me about my brother's death from a stroke, her father, was proceeded my niece's and she had to take care of that too while dealing with her own illness!
This woman, my niece, was five years my junior was a college grad in Physics, and had been a troubleshooter internationally for an international company, GE! I found her when she moved to NY state when my mom and who was her grandmother had died right after her visit. I just called the local NY state police department and described her orange VW Bug, I had no license plate number just that it was from North Carolina! When told about her grandmother she basically turned around and came right back to NJ! ( My mom died in 1982)
My X-sister-in-law was right when she admonished me... it was horrid... my niece was 13 days from her fifty-first birthday when she died from colon cancer in 2006, she had married not too much earlier before that.
It was true that she and I would go for years not seeing or talking to one another so this is how that had happened. She had visited us at the other house on the other coast of Florida way back in the late 1980s.
When Hubby retired back in 2006 though we removed the unlisted number standing and went back to being listed and available. So when I put the timeline together it did not make sense at first that she could not reach us. But then I realized Hubby retired on Halloween of 2006, October 31st and she had died October 13th, 2006, a Friday, a matter of weeks different from what I thought was our correct timeline and her ability to contact me.
So a combination of just dreadful mistakes was at play here.
Ironically, that day she died was the day I was told that my Multiple sclerosis was stable! ( I had no idea that she had died, until 2 years later!)
Always let your family know where you are no matter what your relationship is!
A nasty lesson from a BIG mistake!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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