My walking buddy – Long time readers may remember back in the old days (before covid) I used to walk regularly with a walking partner who talked all the time. She’s 87 but don’t let the age fool you. She could outwalk and out exercise (and outtalk) many 50-year-old’s.
Her husband was diagnosed with a terminal progressive lung disease five years ago. For the last year she was his caretaker. He died Thanksgiving week. I haven’t seen her since. It was a hectic time for her with all you need to do when someone dies and a lot of mysterious ailments that her doc chalked up to anxiety (after a boatload of tests). I called her yesterday to see if she wanted to walk. No not yet but soon but she did want to talk.
Her main characteristic was constant chatter. When I walked, I could tune it out and let her ramble down rabbit holes on her own giving the occasional ah-huh and head nod. The phone call was no different as she spilled out her stories.
As her husband lay dying someone emptied their bank accounts. I asked questions (inquiring minds want to know! Or maybe we fear we’re next!).
She received an email from her bank or so she thought. It advised her to change her password and gave a link. This is such a standard scam, I’m surprised she fell for it. I’ll chalk that up to the craziness in a household with a dying person in hospice. Once they got her password, they paid bills and credit cards with her account.
The bank tried to get a hold of her suspecting something, but she wasn’t checking email and other notices. Finally, the bank called to tell her she had no money in the account.
I’ll jump to the end. They were able to apprehend the perpetrator, get the money back and she’s pressing charges. Since it wasn’t an overseas hacker (or someone smart), I’ve wondered if it was someone who knew them or at least knew what was going on. I’ve got a very suspicious mind. She’s all good now. She’s got a sharp mind and except for the email, you can’t pull one over on her.
Onto the broken-hearted contractor. Background: This contractor replaced my kitchen window. During the job, his wife left him and he fell apart. He didn’t work for a month leaving us in limbo about our window which hadn’t arrived because his wife cancelled all his orders. Something happened, maybe a savvy lawyer or some good pharmaceuticals but he’s almost normal. (Almost is as good as he gets. He’s a type “A” personality with a touch of mania.) Since we like chaos and suspense (NOT), we are having him do our deck project. He’s a good carpenter and very creative so I’m expecting a good product with some amount of drama. That will start in April. Stay tuned.
That’s all the news from the ‘hood!