Month: March 2011

I’ve been gnawing over how to arrange furniture so that Ron and I will have enough room to sleep comfortably when he comes for a visit next week.

It was fabulous to sleep on a king in Richmond, but I didn’t want to get rid of the double, which I’ve had for only four years.

I had the idea to buy a twin and put them together with a device called a “make a king”. It’s a heavy duty strap and a pad designed to work with two twins, but does fine with this configuration as well.

The result is a gigantic and very comfortable bed, 90 inches wide.

I picked up a nice cotton spread. Washable, which is fortunate: today, Fluffles, who loves it, threw up all over it. Poor little fellow has had a tough day with stomach problems.

It made Ron sad when I told him that I’ve never received flowers. So, he sent a check with a note “buy yourself some flowers.” I got a great deal on these gorgeous white and orange roses at Stop & Shop, and had more than enough left to get a roast beef dinner – enough for two meals – at Family Foods.

Really nice outside today, so fit some yard work in between laundry and doing taxes.

Turns out, we’ll have almost as big a refund coming to us as married filing jointly as Ron would have had filing single. The bigger deductions and lower tax rates made the difference. I’m relieved because at first look, I was worried that it would “cost” him over $800 to file as married.

We’re sending everything to his accountants just to be sure it’s done correctly.

A few spring flowers are coming up. I did some leaf cleanup already, so mostly pruned today.

Have been having a lot of trouble with the furnace. Had the ignitor replaced but it failed again last night. Hit the box on the upper left with the mallet a few minutes ago, and now it’s cranking. Obviously, the repair person missed whatever is really wrong with it.

Ron is happy with the progress he’s making on the hated storage units. Thank goodness.

I believe myself to be morally superior to pretty, sexually desirable women.

I could be greatly disappointed, depending on what happens in the next few days.

Yesterday was gorgeous, sunny and almost cloudless, the perfect opportunity to drive to South Hadley and check out the Mt. Holyoke yearbooks for 1968-1970.

Long story bearable, I found her: not Suzanne, but Susan, and no raving beauty either, but a mousy-looking girl who probably never had a lot of boyfriends.

Ron was attracted to her anyway. He’s told me that the time they spent together is in his mind and heart. He hopes the same is true for her.

I left a letter for her with the Alumnae Office.

I have to admit that I’m proud of Ron for providing this unlikely object of his affection with an introduction to physical love that was thoughtful and romantic.

I just wish it could have happened for us. Oh, well.