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nosrednaydujI started by visiting my mom's old assisted living place, where I had a nice chat with some of the staff and one of the residents who still remembered me. Everybody was sympathetic to my plight with Claudia in having been denied access to Clyde for the last year of his life and also denied the ability to go to the funeral.
Then I picked up a salad and took it to Bidwell Park, which is a nice park with the Little Chico River running through it where I sometimes took my mom on an excursion. We would either walk slowly with the walker or I would trundle her in the wheelchair around the paths. So I sat on a bench by the river, ate my salad, and then walked on some of the paths.
Finally I drove up to Paradise where Clyde is buried. I had been given instructions on how to find his grave by the cemetery people, who I had called earlier. Instructions didn't quite work, but I wandered around for a while and found him, before I resorted to visiting the office in person.
Most of the headstones in the cemetery are the flat kind. It's odd that be hole that they dug for it is 2 inches larger on each side, so it looks unfinished. I suppose a few years of rain and lawn growth will fix that. It's also very white, and stands out from the others. Again, time will fix that. The engraving looks to me like the standard picture of Multnomah Falls up in Oregon. Not particularly a place I associate with Clyde. Maybe Claudia just picked it out of a catalog because she liked it. Waterfalls are good.
It was still a little early for me to check into my next hotel, so I sat on a bench in the shade and read my book for half an hour. Clyde was in the sun or I might have sat on him. And now I'm writing emails and posting.
In theory I'm supposed to get together with Clyde Jr. this afternoon, but he's in San Francisco for some medical procedures, and he says it's taking forever. So I might not actually get to have dinner with him. Hope he's okay; he didn't tell me what the nature of the issue was.
I had a little adventure trying to charge the electric car I rented, because somehow it failed to charge my credit card, so it stopped charging in the middle. Trying again made it work, so perhaps it's just that I had added a new payment option and somehow the credit card company decided it would decline it the first time and then allow it the second time. Sometimes they do that. But it was annoying because it stopped while I was off buying the salad, and when I returned I was surprised at the fact that it thought it was done.
Then I picked up a salad and took it to Bidwell Park, which is a nice park with the Little Chico River running through it where I sometimes took my mom on an excursion. We would either walk slowly with the walker or I would trundle her in the wheelchair around the paths. So I sat on a bench by the river, ate my salad, and then walked on some of the paths.
Finally I drove up to Paradise where Clyde is buried. I had been given instructions on how to find his grave by the cemetery people, who I had called earlier. Instructions didn't quite work, but I wandered around for a while and found him, before I resorted to visiting the office in person.
Most of the headstones in the cemetery are the flat kind. It's odd that be hole that they dug for it is 2 inches larger on each side, so it looks unfinished. I suppose a few years of rain and lawn growth will fix that. It's also very white, and stands out from the others. Again, time will fix that. The engraving looks to me like the standard picture of Multnomah Falls up in Oregon. Not particularly a place I associate with Clyde. Maybe Claudia just picked it out of a catalog because she liked it. Waterfalls are good.
It was still a little early for me to check into my next hotel, so I sat on a bench in the shade and read my book for half an hour. Clyde was in the sun or I might have sat on him. And now I'm writing emails and posting.
In theory I'm supposed to get together with Clyde Jr. this afternoon, but he's in San Francisco for some medical procedures, and he says it's taking forever. So I might not actually get to have dinner with him. Hope he's okay; he didn't tell me what the nature of the issue was.
I had a little adventure trying to charge the electric car I rented, because somehow it failed to charge my credit card, so it stopped charging in the middle. Trying again made it work, so perhaps it's just that I had added a new payment option and somehow the credit card company decided it would decline it the first time and then allow it the second time. Sometimes they do that. But it was annoying because it stopped while I was off buying the salad, and when I returned I was surprised at the fact that it thought it was done.
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Date: 2026-03-13 12:08 pm (UTC)