Nothing Too Out of the Ordinary

Dearest Rachel –

So what can I tell you about a day like today? The thing is, some days are… not all that remarkable. They may be eventful, but there’s not much to really say about them.

And this has been one of those days.

The morning started out with nothing all that out of the ordinary: a bowl of granola and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. After last week at Kevin’s, where Daniel and I almost never even bothered with it, the simple act of having breakfast might be considered a big deal. So there’s that.

[I should point out, this wasn’t due to anything on Kevin’s part. He was more than hospitable; it’s just we couldn’t be bothered to eat all that often. Just wanted to make that clear.]

Before waking Daniel up, I headed out to see our lawyers about some paperwork regarding the estate, along with conferring with him about several checks that Jan and I had dug up. I guess you hung onto these because you thought they could be cashed at some point, but since they were made out to your mom or your dad after they passed, you didn’t know what specifically to do with them. I did manage to contact one of the clinics in Springfield, and they actually replaced one of the stale checks – they just continued to issue it in your mom’s name. So I had asked him if that was possible to even deposit: he said he’d look into it. On the other hand, the tax refund from the state to your dad he considered to probably be a lost cause. Trying to get in touch with the state about refreshing the check was not something that he thought would be likely.

Upon returning, Daniel was awake, so I told him we needed to get out to Chase. I don’t know if you remember, but you set up a an account with them for him that was supposed to close apparently upon his attaining majority, but we never really did anything about that. The thing is, we’d gotten a notice a month or so ago that if we didn’t do anything about it the account would be locked. Not wanting to have that happen, the two of us went into the bank, whereupon we were told we should be closing it ourselves and cashing it out. Well, fine. Let’s do this. Not so fast, the banker told us. This operation needs to be signed off on the parent or guardian who set the account up. That means you. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. So, we needed to bring in your death certificate.

Now, I’d actually done that about a month previously, when I made a point of closing out your credit card with them, so I figured they had a copy on file already. Nope. Turns out, they are considerably more aggressive about throwing out paperwork than just about anyone I know (hi, Jan!), and get rid of everything after a month. So we basically had to come in at all over again. And Daniel, well you know how he is. Going out in the first place was more than he wanted to bother with. Having to do so a second time was not something he relished doing. So we’ve been putting off this off for another whole month. Even as we headed out today, Daniel was asking “how long is this going to take?” And I didn’t have an answer for him. I was pretty sure we had all the paperwork, though, so at least we wouldn’t have to go through this rigmarole a third time.

Weirdest of all was the fact that by now, our branch down on Kirchhoff is apparently closed. Not getting enough business to justify its existence, apparently. At least there’s the one downtown, so it’s not that far out of the way. So we had to introduce ourselves to the staff there, all just to close out our account with them. And it did take a while, what with the banker having to leave his desk to get copies, and make sure he had all the identification from us to release it from dormant status, and then go and issue a certified check, yada yada yada. At least we found ourselves I’m used by the conversation in the next cubicle, wherein the banker was instructing what I can only assume was an older couple about how to use a computer – I didn’t know anybody needed that anymore – “Now you just move Mousey” yes, Mousey; he’d given it a name to anthropomorphize it, “over here and click on this blue button…” you know, that sort of thing.

Anyway, eventually our banker came back with the check. We thanked him, and left. I then suggested we stop at Jones in order to deposit it and get the money working for him again, and to another reluctant reaction. The funny thing is, Anna and Sean are so personable and relatable, even to Daniel, that we wound up staying there a good half hour, discussing things like anime and video games – although we did go into whether the parent companies of such operations would be worth investing in. Short answer: maybe, although the real explosive growth was last year when we were all cooped up; to get in now might be akin to the inverse of the old adage of ‘buy low, sell high.’

At some point, given the topic of anime, Daniel remembered that Logan was coming over this afternoon, sometime between noon and one. And since it was 12:30 at that point, I indicated him that we needed to head home in that case. So we cut short our discussions, and made our way back.

At least we didn’t arrive at the house to find Logan waiting. So, after extricating Chompers from under the stereo – where he’d nestled himself amongst a web of electrical cords – I cooped myself up in the bedroom, while Daniel got set up to receive his guest.

Once Logan arrived, however, it appeared that our television wasn’t working. Turns out, amongst the nest he had been lying on, Chompers had somehow managed to disconnect the television plug from its power source. I got that remedied fairly quickly, and returned the bedroom to let them enjoy themselves without any further interference.

Barely an hour later, Jan stopped by for a couple, and we went through all sorts of paperwork lying around in the bedroom, including years of tax forms sitting at the foot of the bed, and other documents on the card table on my side of the bedroom. She wants that card table out of here. Weird to think that it’s been here for… I’d say at least fifteen years.

It wasn’t long after Jan left that Logan headed out. Normally, as you know, he usually hangs around until almost 11 o’clock at night, but apparently either his parents or an uncle and aunt – I didn’t catch which one – were having some kind of event where they were renewing their vows.

I sincerely wanted to extend my best wishes to him and to them, but you know it’s going to be hard to sound like I mean it.

So I went out and mowed, hoping I’d come up with a topic to write to you tonight. But between all the dust the mower kicked up in certain spots, and just working up a sweat – because after a while it really was still that hot – I couldn’t think of anything.

Anyway, Daniel and I sat around for a couple of hours, watching YouTube and whatnot, taking Chompers out when needed. It was on one of these later trips out into the backyard that I realized that it wasn’t that hot out. I had put off working on the lawn for nearly a week since getting back, and the grass was starting to sprout heads (you do realize that grass are grains after all; we just can’t eat them).

Got back inside with barely ten minutes to spare before the Bible study. One nice thing about Zoom meetings is that one doesn’t have to worry about how sweaty one is. Although, I did change into a clean shirt, in any event. That was, at least I felt a little more presentable, even if it didn’t make any difference onscreen.

These days, we’re working on Hosea. I do wonder if the folks to which his message was directed at really absorbed any of it. We’re in a section where it’s pretty obvious the Lord has simply had it with these people, but I wonder how many years, decades or even centuries transpired before Israel was actually carted off to Assyria. It’s hard to take these warnings seriously when nothing happens for so long. And it’s like that even today: we’re not that much smarter than animals – especially in comparison to the wisdom and knowledge of God – and you know how we have to discipline animals immediately after they do something wrong, or they won’t realize they’ve done anything wrong. Sometimes – and I know this is probably blasphemous to say this of Him – I wonder if God’s patience with us doesn’t work against the repentance He so desires of us. If we don’t suffer for our bad choices right away, how will we know when we’ve made (or are making) a bad choice?

Once that was over, we were both kind of hungry, but not so much that we had any desire to do anything about that. To say nothing of the fact that we were also both rather tired, too. So we let ourselves fall asleep until the dog woke me up (I actually think Daniel was already awake by then, but still) a little after midnight, whereupon I took him out, and he walked practically over to the neighbors before tiring out, while I dictated all of this (thanks, Siri!).

And would you look at this. For not having all that much to talk about, I’ve certainly done a lot of talking, haven’t I? Just another day of nothing particularly special, but a lot going on nonetheless.

Wish I knew how your day was going. Well, I guess someday I’ll find out. Until then.

Published by randy@letters-to-rachel.memorial

I am Rachel's husband. Was. I'm still trying to deal with it. I probably always will be.

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