Day 1030 Remembering Dave

Pete and Kelli’s social distance day 79

5th June 2020

I had a letter from the USCIS informing me that I had to provide some additional information yet again. This is so draining, it takes the wind out of my sails, and ruins a perfectly good day.

On top of that the printer ran out of black ink, so we could even print out the new forms, I think the universe has it in for me.

It was time for a break from furniture, and as Kelli was off doing stuff, I took a ride on my bike.

I went to visit Dave.

I remembered where his plot was because there isn’t a stone yet, they like to leave it a while for the ground to settle. The grass that had been sowed was a little patchy and long.

He would not have been pleased about that, and I’m sure he would have complained to someone.

There is always a sense of calm at this place, particularly today, it is warm and there is an abundance of red flowers in the pots dotted around. There is a slight buzz from the traffic and even the birds tweet with reverence.

I found a stone bench and sat contemplating the events of the day.

I had removed stain from drawer fronts and a top because there were swirl marks from the sander, that only become evident once the stain was applied.

That had gone well so I was happy with that.

The large dining table is now fully stripped, so the day has not been wasted.

My thoughts went back to Dave’s plot and what kind of stone he should have.

There is a uniform style that all must conform to, but he wouldn’t like that. He would like a monument that says something about who he was, therefore something large. It would have to be solid, to match his temperament, and shaped like a Maytag washing machine to match his humour.

I called him the king of washing machines because he would search all over the ads for these fifty year old devices, and then sell them to the Amish.

I miss him.

He would chuckle at my funny stories, and often would re-tell many of his own, I would always laugh, mainly because I knew what came next.

There isn’t anything to fill the space he left, but I guess like the plot, it has to settle.

As I was leaving, I smiled at the thought of him having to deal with the Bob Evans restaurant only able to serve take outs, for him that would have been the last straw.