Well, we have our new replacements. The first is Debbie, and then there's the mother-daughter team, Hilary (mom) and Heidi (daughter). They're very nice ladies. We manage to spread the use of the kitchen and bathrooms throughout the day, but if both bathrooms are busy and someone is in need, the call goes out--"There's a line!" --and that fixes it.
Well, actually it's half of a house; the other part, which faces the other street, is the original 1912 part, which used to be a dentist's office. Our part was added sometime in the 40s, no doubt to accommodate war workers. With four of us in the back bedroom--me, C.J. and Diane, and Kristina--and three in the front bedroom, it is a bit of a squeeze, but we can do it. Not sure of the square footage, though.
I was just informed this morning that Becky's memorial will be at her daughter's apartment in Anaheim; that's quite a trip by bus, about two hours, and it's tomorrow at three. Not sure if I can make it. Becky was cremated, per her wishes; whether they have a plot and headstone for her I don't know. The Social Security survivor benefit for each daughter is only $250. That's nowhere near enough for even a marker. But maybe I'll find out; had it put on the prayer chain at church.
C.J. and Diane had to go out and buy a bigger coffee pot; mine was too small for the increase in coffee drinkers. At least Debbie, Hilary and Heidi don't smoke; since Becky died, Kristina hasn't smoked much either. Becky and Kristina used to hang out on the back steps smoking. If Kristina were to quit, we could be a smoke-free household! Because C.J. and Diane have asthma--and are former smokers themselves--this would be a plus.