I can't relate to her because she is so different from me. Her snippiness is a real turnoff. She takes offense easily so I have to watch everything I say. I find that stressful. They, nor I, expected RR to die so suddenly and so soon when he looked like the picture of health. So naturally they have to do more for me than when he was around. And more than they expected I think. I believe she resents that. After all, we hardly know each other. I'm not her mother or relative.

I'm not getting rid of anything so she can move her stuff in.

I can't do most things I used to do. Gardening was big in my life but I can't garden from a wheelchair or one of the scooters.

I am starting to feel alone and outnumbered now with RR gone. He and I had good communication and discussed all kinds of things - from politics to gardening to which store we'll check out or that we already checked out. I miss our conversations. And I miss getting out of here several times a week.