Friday, June 13, 2014

Today we got up and got ready and drove to Baytown again to take back the Comcast box that we had to replace a few days ago.  We also visited Lowe’s to get materials for continuing the improvements.  Dad had to get a little grindstone for the drill to grind down the track for the living room glass door.  It seems the wall had settled and cramped the door so it wouldn’t open more than about 18 inches.  So Dad took off the back frame to the door and cut off the top and bottom then replaced it and then he ground down the track so that now the door will slide!  Yay!  

We also got some office chair mats so we can roll around over the carpet in the office.  And we got a file box and folders to contain all the papers we have collected since coming.    Makes the desk so much neater! 

When we got into our little condo parking lot there were two police cars and a police motorcycle in our parking space and the one next to it.  We came on in and watched out the window to try and see what was going on.  We saw a young man in front of Mitzi’s place and a young woman come out of the house.  She got into the police car and they sat for a while and talked and she got out and finally gave the boy something and she went into the house, the boy walked away and the police car drove away along with the motorcycle cop.  I went to buy some groceries and get a haircut and when I came back the other police car was in the parking spot still.  Assuming they were all done with their business, I went over and asked politely if the policeman would let me park in my space so I wouldn’t get in trouble parking in someone else’s space.  He said, I’m investigating a death, Ma’am.  But I can move.  I insisted he not, but he did and I parked there and went into the house.  I felt terrible that I had been so insensitive and ignorant of the gravity of the incident.  I figured it was Mitzi that had died.  She was skin and bone anyway.  Maybe she had cancer.  I didn’t know.  But the neighbors next to Mitzi’s place were out in the afternoon and seemed to be crying so I went out to see if I could offer any assistance/food/sympathy.  That neighbor said, no, it wasn’t Mitzi.  She had had some kind of disturbance there but it was THIS family that had had the loss.  That’s all she said so I offered help and she said we could pray for them.  So I said we would and that was that.   

In the evening an HOA lady came by to talk about the repair that is needed on our patio and she said that the lady’s father had died.  He lived with them and of course it was hard for them to see him go.  I was just glad it wasn’t her son in a car accident or something of that nature.  I want to take over a Riley cake today to show we care and weren’t just curious.   I am glad it wasn’t Mitzi since she was such a nice lady and we actually know her.   I took the cake over but they weren't there.  Now I still have a Riley cake. 

After all that drama Dad got busy building the cabinets that go over the frig and stove.  We bought them at the Restore still in the boxes for half the price they were at Home Depot.  They are twins except one is brown and the other is white.  Dad is painting the brown one and they should be ready to go up maybe Monday.   

 He sanded the filler he put in the nail holes around the laundry area so that’s ready to paint now too. 

We relaxed and read for a while and had dinner and watched a movie.