Damn, Hil! Once things got happening, they sure moved fast. I think I missed it, what kind of car did you decide to get?

Scion xD, in red.

Sounds spiffy!

I'm glad the service and funeral were done to your family's taste and that it provided what comfort it could for you and Tim.

Right now, he's dealing much better than I am. Which is not to say that he's dancing around in a field of daisies surrounded by puppies. (As far as I know; I don't actually know what he does when he goes to work.) But he said yesterday that he has a good sense of closure, and he's glad she's not struggling to breathe any more, etc.

And all I can think is, I'll never go over to their house again and get to spend time with her, and I can't stand that. I told Tim that last night, and he said, "Well, I had her for 44 years. You were just getting to know her and wanted to know her better. Of course you feel that way."

God, he's a good man.

Oooh, and I meant to say:

Scion xD, in red.

Right on! That's excellent.

Aw, how thoughtful.

God, he's a good man.

Very much so.

Steph - he's a fantastic man. So sayeth me.

When the medical issues for Hubby began, I didn't make much noise about it at work. So I was quite surprised when someone I rarely talked to, one of the social butterflies of the office, came up to me to inquire about how he was. Instead of being pleased at the concern, I'm afraid I snapped, "How did you find out about it?", because I hated the idea of being chatted/gossiped about. That rather cemented my reputation of being an anti-social bitch, which I didn't really mind, to tell the truth.

I've learned to accept incidental inquiries about his health as a sign of normal social interaction, not an indicator that people who I haven't invited that far into my life have taken an unseemly interest in my life, but I still twitch about it.

That said, if other people at Teppy's office are getting the concern and comfort and not her, cockpunch 'em all.

Steph, it sounds like the funeral was beautiful and perfectly appropriate for the family. And don't count out the possibility that Tim's mother sent the fawn.

Steph, I love the fawn. Continued good thoughts headed your (and the Boy's) way.

Former prof I met with loves my current work but isn't sure he has time to devote to a rec (I need 3, have 2 definitive), and tried to discourage me from applying because he found another school at the u too rigid for him 20 years ago.

I had a former boss do this and I just politely pressed her until she couldn't say no (mainly because I had no one else). I wrote the rec for her and sent it to her to tweak and send in, making her part pretty painless. Good luck to you!