(Wednesday)I've managed to take two boxes of paperbacks and DVDs to the Barnado's donation centre in Oldbrook. They were more than happy to receive all these items. But there's quite a considerable amount yet to sort and possibly dispose of. I should have a lot more space to play around with. It is stuff that has either been watched once, such as DVDs, and books that have been read- once- and probably won't be read again. But I'm not getting rid of any of my history books, paperback or hardback, as they are good reference material.
I've been looking at some of the written material I have saved on my laptop. I am beginning to continue with what I started, but had been delayed, for want of a better word, when Carol was diagnosed and then spent so much time in hospital, that I didn't have the time or either inspiration to continue with it. Having read a lot of it back, and in particular, a lot of the notes, I'm going to pick up where I left off. I wanted to print out some of this material, because it's easier to read as hard copy rather than on a computer screen. The problem was that I couldn't get the Canon printer to print, basically because the ink cartridges had run low or had barely enough ink to do the job. Then I wasn't sure how to open the printer to gain access to the cartridges, but after some effort I managed to open the printer and extract the empty cartridges. I decided to visit what used to be Staples, but has since become Stationary Outlet. When this transformation happened I don't know, but it was the only place I could think of where I could obtain the ink cartridges. I then got close to the store and the road was blocked off with a temporary fence and a large 'Road Closed' sign in place. Did they not want my custom? Why the need to close off access? What annoys me most of all is that there's no sign of any roadworks, no men with picks or shovels, wearing hard hats and hi-viz jackets, no sign of any sort of work. So, I had to go back the way I had come, turning round in the road and going into the estate where Stationary Outlet was situated. On parking the car and walking in through the entrance, the whole place has changed. Shrunk, more like. I don't know what was going on. Presumably they didn't required such a large store or 'footprint' as I think the term is, but I managed to find the two appropriate ink cartridges, but somewhat shocked at the cost of them, but as they are a necessity, there's no point in complaining.
Anyway, I got home and managed o put the cartridges into the printer and it's now working successfully.
I've been for the last bereavement counselling session at Willen Hospice. The lady who has been helping doesn't think I need any more support in that respect. I think she is right. I'm definitely moving on. The first time I went there it was quite difficult but this time it seemed easier. She rang last evening to tell me about the appointment today, but I knew we'd arranged it to be the 6th March, because it's the day before what would be Carol's 55th birthday. I had an idea it was wrong but it didn't matter particularly. Because it has been so sunny and warm and there are no end of daffodils out, it made it so much easier. Carol loved daffodils, which is why I'm putting cut daffodils in the vase on the widnowsill in the lounge because that is what she loved. I will keep them going until they finish and they're nearly always displayed in the supermarket near the till so there's no excuse not to buy them.
I came home from Willen and took Alfie out for a walk. We came across a lady walking to little terriers (I think they were terriers of some sort.) Alfie was off his lead and ran rings around them, but they didn't seem in the least bit interested. Alfie always wants to make friends with the dogs he comes across in Eaglestone Park, but it seems not many want to be friends with him, which is a real pity.
I've been looking at some of the written material I have saved on my laptop. I am beginning to continue with what I started, but had been delayed, for want of a better word, when Carol was diagnosed and then spent so much time in hospital, that I didn't have the time or either inspiration to continue with it. Having read a lot of it back, and in particular, a lot of the notes, I'm going to pick up where I left off. I wanted to print out some of this material, because it's easier to read as hard copy rather than on a computer screen. The problem was that I couldn't get the Canon printer to print, basically because the ink cartridges had run low or had barely enough ink to do the job. Then I wasn't sure how to open the printer to gain access to the cartridges, but after some effort I managed to open the printer and extract the empty cartridges. I decided to visit what used to be Staples, but has since become Stationary Outlet. When this transformation happened I don't know, but it was the only place I could think of where I could obtain the ink cartridges. I then got close to the store and the road was blocked off with a temporary fence and a large 'Road Closed' sign in place. Did they not want my custom? Why the need to close off access? What annoys me most of all is that there's no sign of any roadworks, no men with picks or shovels, wearing hard hats and hi-viz jackets, no sign of any sort of work. So, I had to go back the way I had come, turning round in the road and going into the estate where Stationary Outlet was situated. On parking the car and walking in through the entrance, the whole place has changed. Shrunk, more like. I don't know what was going on. Presumably they didn't required such a large store or 'footprint' as I think the term is, but I managed to find the two appropriate ink cartridges, but somewhat shocked at the cost of them, but as they are a necessity, there's no point in complaining.
Anyway, I got home and managed o put the cartridges into the printer and it's now working successfully.
I've been for the last bereavement counselling session at Willen Hospice. The lady who has been helping doesn't think I need any more support in that respect. I think she is right. I'm definitely moving on. The first time I went there it was quite difficult but this time it seemed easier. She rang last evening to tell me about the appointment today, but I knew we'd arranged it to be the 6th March, because it's the day before what would be Carol's 55th birthday. I had an idea it was wrong but it didn't matter particularly. Because it has been so sunny and warm and there are no end of daffodils out, it made it so much easier. Carol loved daffodils, which is why I'm putting cut daffodils in the vase on the widnowsill in the lounge because that is what she loved. I will keep them going until they finish and they're nearly always displayed in the supermarket near the till so there's no excuse not to buy them.
I came home from Willen and took Alfie out for a walk. We came across a lady walking to little terriers (I think they were terriers of some sort.) Alfie was off his lead and ran rings around them, but they didn't seem in the least bit interested. Alfie always wants to make friends with the dogs he comes across in Eaglestone Park, but it seems not many want to be friends with him, which is a real pity.
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