And the Week Goes On

I just looked down to see the dogs lined up tail to nose in a train from the office computer desk  to the hall. How can I be lonely?
back to the week:  We had a nice supper together and said our goodbyes as Margie and Ace head back to New York and he on to China. Shirley is continuing to improve and is back to pushing for her independence, we had each silently despaired of that happening and can be so grateful for it however inconvenient it might seem at the time. In our conversation over the meal Ace confirmed for me that my stories of scammers' attempts on my bank accounts were much like they had gone through when his parents died. That validates my suspicious thoughts mentioned in a prior post, makes me sad since I hoped it was paranoia, which is somehow better than there being scum who make their living off of those who are caught up in grief, and makes up a teeny little bit for the date, 3-25-2011, being burned in my mind, which is all that stood between me and the scam "purchases" of 4-01-2011.
I am reminded again that we still have no spring and Chad and I decide  during Friday's therapy session, I should have a chat with Ben about it. This is notable for it is the first I have made such a light-hearted reference about  Ben since March. It must have worked, the temperature went up 10 degrees on Saturday. I went to the nursery and bought flowers for the garden and lopped some more branches down. The yard is beginning to look like a yard! The window boxes are so bright and cheerful as are the hanging baskets on the front porch.  Roses are beginning to bloom in various paarts of the yard and I cut a few for the living room. I do so love the sight of the numerous petals on the english and antique blooms!
Not to be forgotten is lunch on Monday. My dear friend Linda and I have been planning a meal together since March and I hoped to bring her a picnic at Kauffman Gardens thereby satisfying a meal together and my needing to cook for someone. It was too cold. We  decided to do Pot Pie  in Westport and meet at noonish only to find it closed. Where to go? Linda remembers the Flea Market sort of across the street is supposed to have K.C.'s best hamburgers so we go there, threading our way past a rather major accident and resultant public safety officers along the way. The hambergers (in patty elt format) are good and so was the visit. A good friend can make even the saddest conversation fine
And today I sold the Revelation! That it was to a friend of Ben's, so the deal was sealed over a recollection of memories, was only to make it still better. Benj came up to help with the sale. I am so blessed with wonderful children and grandchildren!