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Danger is part of life. In my case, the Wild, Wild West is alive and well. Naomi is still missing, along with several other missing and dead women in my area. For some reason, the news isn’t reporting many of them. Not every victim reaches the status of Gabby Petito or Naomi Irion. Not every case goes viral. Plenty of families in our country wait years for their missing loved one to return. We just don’t hear about them.
Take for instance, a lovely woman named Anna Scott. Found in her burned car, she had been shot in the head. The car was found on a busy freeway. IN PLAIN SITE. The case grows colder every day. Someone knows something somewhere.
The hand signal in the image above was created by a person on Tic Toc to quietly alert someone that something is wrong. If you are out and about and see someone repeatedly making this sign with their hand, you may be the only one around to help. You could easily save a life by alerting the authorities. If you are in an abusive relationship, you can easily flash this to someone on a video chat. It’s brand new. Many people haven’t learned it yet. It saved a girl just recently.
Most importantly, be aware of your surroundings. There is a You Tube site that addresses Active Self Protection (ASP). Here you’ll find many helpful reminders of things we can do to keep safe, even as a Senior Citizen. The first is to avoid dangerous situations all together. Sadly, in this world, that isn’t always possible. Pumping gas comes to mind. Where is your “go-to” gas station. Are the pumps well lit? Is there a convenience store attached? Do people recognize you there? Do you look at others at the pump before you unlock your door? Do you keep your car doors locked while inside?
I used to love getting up early to be at Walmart or Lowe’s by 6 AM. The stores are quiet and clean at that time. For some reason, I thought bad guys like to sleep in. I’ve recently discovered that a high percentage of crimes occur in the early morning hours. Examine your routines and make sure that you are shopping at a time of day in which folks are around to help if something goes wrong. Make sure your routines aren’t predictable.
If you see something that doesn’t look right, turn your car around and leave. Naomi did a strange thing the morning she was kidnapped. Day after day, video surveillance showed her parking in the same spot. The day she was taken, she chose a different spot more in the shadows of the lot. She had promised her mom that she always parked under the light and in view of the cameras. That day, she parked in a different spot. As we are all creatures of habit, why did she do that on that morning? Did she notice the creeper lurking behind the cars? Did her spider sense kick in? We won’t know until she is found and able to tell us.
Being aware of people and your immediate surroundings can make you safer and, perhaps, help someone in trouble. Bad people don’t always look sinister. The person walking behind you may not be a danger, but danger doesn’t always come from behind. Try to avoid being a sitting target. Don’t get in your car and sit in the parking lot while checking messages. Especially at Walmart. Walmart is not the safe place we all wish it was. Walmart attracts a certain element.
As a single senior citizen, DO NOT stop to help a stranded person. Call 911. Stopping to help someone on the road could be the beginning of a carjacking situation. Sadly, it’s not the world in which we grew up. Unless you are packing protection, you can’t be the hero in that situation. Avoid being the victim.
Today, take some time and think of your personal protection plan. In your home, what items do you have that could cause bodily harm to an intruder. Mace is great, but it can also disable you. Wasp spray is a great one. The long stream of chemical is great for an eye shot. A baseball bat. Even a disposable Air Horn. Don’t forget the button on your “Help Me, I Can’t Get Up” pennant. My unit would alarm the angels in heaven as voices blare, “Ambulance on the way! Ambulance on the way!”
Danger-fatigue weighs heavy on all our shoulders. As a widow, traveling solo after decades of marriage increases that. No matter how tough anyone imagines it is, it’s 100 million times more lonely, frustrating, tiring, and terrifying. It’s exhausting trying to fill the void that a missing partner leaves. In my case, the missing partner that always gave 150% to my 75% (although he would tell you the percentages were reversed). Don’t ever tell a widow you know how they feel unless you’ve walked through that wilderness. Trust me, you don’t have a clue.
Stay aware. Stay safe. Be prepared to get away from danger should it come knocking.
In the mean time, please pray for Naomi. We want her home, safe and sound. Her kidnapper will be arraigned today at noon. Pray for his continued confinement and “No Bail”. Let’s all hope today is the day Naomi comes home.
Naomi’s Sunset — Friday, 3/25/2020 Rainbows come in many forms. Thank you, Barb Lund.
Yesterday, the town came together for another search. This time, it was on foot on a very hot, dry desert day. This says a lot. As I pulled weeds in the garden yesterday, the sun was getting pretty warm by 10 AM. 150 citizens went out in the desert to look for any and every clue, down to the tiniest thing that looked out of place.
All the while, the arrested piece of soul-less flesh sits in an air-conditioned cell. Something is so wrong with this picture. You see, he’s an experienced murderer. At 17 years of age, he helped kill a man and dispose of a body. That’s who stalked and kidnapped an 18 year old girl in our town. Truly, a real-life monster among us.
Listening to her mom’s pleas, I wish Naomi could be teleported into her arms. I can’t imagine waiting and not knowing. We’d love a few minutes with this monster. The community would make him talk, the easy way or the hard way. But, that’s not who we are. We aren’t monstrous. We have hearts. And so, we wait and pray for Naomi’s return.
The sky was flaming with rainbow colors on the evening the monster was arrested. The rainbow is a beautiful symbol hijacked by one particular group. Rainbows and lollipops. As a child, I certainly grew up loving them. I still do. As a woman, they represent an everlasting covenant between between God and man to me. Their exquisite beauty make me stop in my tracks whenever I see one.
At only 18, Naomi was a still a girl in many ways. She grew up in many different countries in the world in which the rainbow didn’t have hidden meaning. I can assure you, a rainbow in Russia or South Africa is just that, a RAINBOW. How refreshing that she loved rainbows for the beauty they hold. I wish the world could go back to a simpler time, when a rainbow was something magnificent to behold far beyond ridiculous earthly symbolism.
Winterpast knows nothing of current headlines and human strife. The gardens are sprinkled with an abundance of weeds. They weren’t so prevalent last year. Almost non-existent the year before. It seems I need to apply a pre-emergent treatment which will stop weeds from growing. Caution. It stops anything starting from a seed from growing. Be careful where you apply this. “Preen” comes to mind. I need to check and make sure Ollie will be safe with whatever product I choose. Although highly effective, pre-emergents do wear off after many years, especially in a harsh desert climate.
The irises are just starting to awaken. So funny that in California, the irises and daffodils are in full bloom, along with every other flower known to man-kind. We cherish our desert blooms because it takes water and effort to grow them in the garden. In my neighborhood, there are only three or four houses that have traditional yards with mature trees. The rest of them are desert-scaped. It’s a luxury to have an oasis in the backyard. For me, a necessity.
Trimming the roses, I wonder what type of crop I’ll have this year? It’s time to start developing the blank areas in my back yard. Plant some nice hedges next to the back fence. A few more bushes. Some flowering plants. And, lots of annuals. My completion date is July 4th. Who knows? Maybe I’ll host a big party this year.
Last night, Mr. B, the gardener, called to remind me it was time to turn on the water. It sounds easy enough. Go to the faucet and turn it on. When living in a harsh environment with snowy winters, it’s a little more complicated. The garden water must be turned off at the main line when the night frosts begin, and turned on again when the temperatures remain above 32 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s that time of year. Once the sprinklers start sprinkling, everything will come back to life.
Two years after arriving at Winterpast, she and I are a unit. Her garden walls provide peace and tranquility in troubled times. The desert gave a rainbow sunset on the evening Naomi’s kidnapper was arrested. Now, if the desert will just give her back. She’s out there somewhere. Hopefully, today will be the day she’s brought back home.
It’s been two weeks now since Naomi was kidnapped. A girl with big dreams finally living her own life in the safest town in America. I moved to this little place because it was so safe. Out in the middle of no where, bad guys would need to be crazy to come here. There is not much to rob or pillage. Just a sweet little desert town.
Just the other day, I met a Marine in California. He was a crusty old sort for being in the middle of his life. He was complaining about everything in the world. This was wrong. That was wrong. But looking in his eyes, you could tell that he wasn’t happy. That was the real reason everything else was wrong. I mentioned that he could always step across the Sierra Nevada’s and live in a good state like Nevada.
“Nevada? Who the heck would want to live there?”
I get that response from many of my California friends. When VST and I first chose to move to Nevada, it was for political and financial reasons. We wanted a fresh start. Nevada was the closest place to start. Wyoming was always called to my heart but the distance was too great. Nevada would have to do.
Nevada has exceeded every hope I had for a new home. Desert life will morph into anything you want it to be. Want to be miserable and see only brown desolation? There it is, staring you in the face. But, when you open your eyes and really examine the wonders of the desert, you just might find a wild mustang looking you right in the face. The green isn’t blinding here. But, the springtime greening of our hills does occur. When you do see the Truckee River flowing into Pyramid Lake, you appreciate the beauty of water. Our crackers don’t turn stale if we leave them out overnight. Nevada has everything except the Pacific Ocean. Until now, it felt very safe.
There are no smash and grab robberies here. No major forest fires bringing terror to the fleeing public. Earthquakes aren’t as severe, as we are on a primitive ocean bed of sand, cushioning all the action. There aren’t pile ups in the fog, or hours sitting in the car in traffic jams. There are no angry mobs taking over entire towns. It’s quiet. You can hear yourself think about important things. You can watch migrating birds. Imagine shapes in the most beautiful clouds. Enjoy the Zephyr Winds. Until now.
Last night, at around 8:30, it was announced that the monster has been found. The soulless piece of flesh that kidnapped Naomi. He didn’t only ruin her life, but disrupted something special here in our little town. His eyes are vacant, like that of a great white. He has a smirk on that ugly mugshot. He knows where she is. He did this. It’s on video.
The Walmart from where Naomi was stolen hasn’t been my Go-To place for some time now. Choosing to drive 30 minutes across the desert, I’ve felt safer. The Eastern Walmart store has been cleaner. The associates friendlier. This monster was arrested only a couple miles from the front door of that Walmart. Two communities are now on edge. What a big man…… Now where is safe?
Spending time on “Naomi Irion – Missing/Abduction – Fernley, Nevada” Facebook site last night, I read posts from a community in shock. Hearts are breaking. We all want her back. Now. Family members were absent from the site last night. I hope they found comfort in the prayers being sent for them.
Today there will be a community search by foot. It’ll be interesting to see how many thousands show up. Rainbow ribbons are everywhere. The sunset was a ablaze in a rainbow of colors last night. A sign? Please God, let it be a sign that she’ll come home today. We all need a miracle.
VST’s headstone will lay between the two tallest ones.
Who would even think that creating, purchasing, and setting a headstone would become a nearly impossible task? Of all the things I’ve gone through as a widow, this wasn’t something I considered as difficult. It seemed it would be something easily done. Two years later, I’ve found out differently.
Choosing the right place to memorialize VST took some consideration. There are family plots in the Central Valley of California, but that’s too far away. VST wasn’t a US Veteran, so that eliminated the National Cemetery in my town. Although his ashes will be spread, I wanted a place to go. A place to think. A place to grieve. A place for friends and family to remember him. Virginia City, Nevada was the last place we dreamed and lived together. My “Bionic Cowboy” was never happier than taking his daily walks on the boardwalk. Everyone in town knew VST. A headstone would be fitting there.
The next step was to find a stone cutter to create the headstone. This was not to be an easy task. In case you haven’t done this lately, you are in for a surprise. In the biggest little city to the west of me, headstones are ordered online. Can you pick your own slab? No. You can’t even see what it might look like when finished. All are computer-generated and delivered by Fed Ex. That didn’t sit well with me, but the next part was horrifying.
“I’m planning to place the headstone in the cemetery at Virginia City. How much will it cost to set it in concrete?” I asked.
“Virginia City?” he asked with a puzzled expression.
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“We don’t set headstones there. You can come pick it up when it arrives and set it yourself.”
Excuse Me, Mr. Funeral Guy????? Are you kidding me??? You’re kidding, right???? This little old 66 year old woman is going to come to your office, pick up a 180 lb. headstone, hoist it in the back of my Jeep, travel to Virginia City Cemetery and set the stone in concrete? Has this man lost his flippin’ mind????????
These days, I’m constantly floored by society. In this case, Mr. Funeral Guy (MFG) works in the business of grief. Wearing shorts and tapping his little flip-flopped sandal, our conversation was obviously going no where. Besides, he had a tee-time and was sure I knew that. Only one thing raced through my mind.
FERGETABOUTIT!
I wasn’t purchasing a headstone online. This wasn’t a casual purchase. This was a stone that will last hundreds of years, like the others in the Virginia City Cemetery. Although two years have passed, I’m a grieving widow. Widows don’t set their husbands headstones as they did in the prairie days. Zero Stars for Mr. Funeral Guy.
T and K met in on a sad day in the Central Valley at a real headstone manufacturer. They chose all the elements, lovingly creating a beautiful headstone. Even so, it took months to create. The headstone will still need to be transported to Virginia City by family, but it feels more personal coming from the Central Valley where VST became a man, married me, raised our children, and became a Grandpa.
I met with the Virginia City Cemetery care taker, Donald, almost six months ago. On a fall day, we walked around the cemetery to choose the right spot. As it turns out, when placing a headstone in Virginia City Cemetery, you just pick a spot. There are no pristine rows of manicured plots. In a mosaic of headstones, you just find a spot you like and claim it. Donald knows who is buried where. He makes the rules.
“How do I select the spot once I find it?” I asked.
“Just set a rock on it.” Donald replied.
Just so you understand, Virginia City is a big pile of rocks. Big rocks. Little rocks. It’s a town that has been mined numerous times. Everything sits on one big pile of rocks. This is not a green cemetery. It’s a rock cemetery. One rock looks just like all the rest.
Finally, I found the perfect spot. VST’s headstone overlooks all of VC and The DunMovin’ House. VST always had to know what was happening around town. From his spot, C Street and all the excitement of the tourists can be seen and heard. From this little cemetery hill, the Washoe Zephyr Winds will gently blow from the west towards the east. From where we came together to where he left me alone. In my new little town, evening winds will pass over VC to me, connecting my past with my present.
On April 8th, we’ll meet in Virginia City one last time. Neighbors, friends, children, grandchildren. I hope the Sheriff stops by.
Donald did agree to set VST’s stone. Thank goodness that isn’t something I need to worry about. I’ll put a little heart in the concrete for good measure. With all the yards and yards of concrete work VST and I did over the decades, signing our pieces was something we always enjoyed.
Help Bring Naomi Home!MISSING –Naomi Christine Irion — Google her name for more information
These have been some sad days in our town with the kidnapping of 18 year old Naomi Irion. Slowly, the town is filling with ribbons, as towns do when something terrible has happened. Naomi loved rainbows so her ribbons have all the colors. Tuesday night, hundreds attended a candlelight vigil, with many more people lighting virtual candles in hopes of a safe outcome. Our town doesn’t lose our young girls. At least not until now.
Her parents and brothers have flown in from South Africa. The town raised the funds for them to do so on a Go-Fund Me Account. Her sister is here from Texas. Her brother, with whom she lived, is a local. My town has come together to find her. Last Saturday, 700 people searched on horseback, ATV’s, Jeeps, and Trucks. Nevada’s desert plains are vast. The town spent the day looking, along with local police and even the FBI.
Just look at the high desert of Northwestern Nevada on Google Earth. This is a difficult task. I could drive on dirt roads for a hundred miles in any direction and never meet up with a soul. Naomi could be thousands of miles away, or she could be right under our noses. She is SOMEWHERE and SOMEONE knows SOMETHING. Please come forward.
Naomi’s story is viral now. She was taken from a town right next to some major interstates. I-80, Highway 50, Highway 95A, Highway 50A, Highway 95, Highway 395. All those roads lead in different directions. She could be anywhere by now. She’s not a small girl. 5’11”. 200+ lbs. Keep an eye out for things that don’t look right. Report anything you know to the police. Her family needs our help. We need her back.
As for me, I’ve been a busy one. Last Saturday, Ace invited me to join him in California for a change of scenery. Even though his town has a smaller population than mine, it is a busier place. People were out and about in mass. I was lucky enough to enjoy a beautiful breakfast at the town’s tiny airport where we ate just feet away from the planes. It’s wonderful that the world is returning to normal, even though it might not be exactly as before.
On my side of the Sierra’s, we stopped in at Cabella’s. If you’re interested in outdoor activities, hunting, or guns, this place is for you. They have everything the adventurous person would need. From hiking and biking to fishing and hunting. Target practice. Clothes in which to look cute while target practicing. Purses for secreting personal protection.
When first entering the store, two very friendly associates were pushing their credit cards. It’s been a long time since I opened a new line of credit, but their deal was so great, I did. Along with the Visa, they’re offering $$$ off purchases, $$$ towards future purchases, a Cabella’s hat, and a versitle, multi-headed tool in purple or green.
While I was excited about my extra’s, Ace was a little down that he didn’t get goodies when opening his account just a week before in California. Sure enough, the Nevada people were happy to give him the knife and hat, as well. Happiness for all. Sometimes it’s the smallest things. If you are near Cabella’s, drop in. You won’t be disappointed, unless you’re looking for perfume, an evening gown, or stilettos. On second thought, they might have the stilettos, as the definition reads — a short dagger with a tapering blade. Hmm, I thought the word referred to heels only. Silly me.
Now back home, the mountains around here are the slightest shade of gray-green. In the desert, that’s as much green as you can expect. Mustang foals are making their grand appearance. The herds have made it through another winter. We all have.
Please keep Naomi in your hearts and minds. Send prayers for her safe return. She has her entire life in front of her. We need her back.
More tomorrow.
PS– Watch more about Naomi’s case at KOLO, KTVN, or KRNV in Reno. Podcast at Crime Stories with Nancy Grace. Several stories on YouTube.
Driving through town last night, you’d never know anything was amiss. The Tee Pee Bar and Grill had the usual five cars in the parking lot, while The Bear’s Den was overflowing. No traffic to speak of, even though it was the evening of St. Patrick’s Day. The truck stops were bustling with activity, but there was no sign of police presence. That’s usual, because, 18 year old women didn’t get snatched while waiting for a work shuttle.
The hidden homeless encampment secreted by the brick next to the freeway is now exposed. The homeless near the abduction site have moved on. Otherwise, the town’s folk carry on, many not even knowing this happened.
The usual things you read about in other abductions are happening. The ribbon makers are sitting at the local Pizza joint making Rainbow pins. Flyers are being sent far and wide. The candlelight vigil is being planned by a family friend. The “Find Naomi” Face Book page is up and running, keeping everyone informed of what the news isn’t saying.
Last night, in a tiny lake town next to an Indian Reservation, law enforcement showed up with lights blazing. The locals wrote about both uniformed and plain clothed officers working an area. The FBI had arrived. You can tell from the picture, this isn’t a city. There are thousands of square miles with desert terrain just like this. Naomi could be anywhere, but they chose this spot to investigate. With requests for the public to “Stay Away”, they worked late into the night searching for possible evidence in the case.
As today’s sun rises, there’ll be more facts and rumors weaving a tale more fantastical than the girl they are about. With the best luck, we will all be celebrating her return. But then, the story may end like it does for so many young women these days. With tragedy facing her friends, family, and our little town.
Please keep Naomi and her family in your thoughts and prayers.
Turn on the television these days and what’s playing at any given time, day or night? Adults behaving badly. Screaming in the name of what they’ve decided is right. Yelling over each other. Setting a bad example in technicolor. The worst behavior get the highest ratings. The world has become The Jerry Springer Show. At some point, I started to accept this as the norm. Until last night.
Baptist on Main needs some updates. Built in 1974, there’ve been updates along the way. The building is structurally sound. Although a little worn around the edges, so are we, the members that attend. It’s a high desert church of Northwestern Nevada. Paint peels a little around here. Carpet gets worn. Those aren’t the reasons our membership is growing. God is.
Last night, Pastor C called a business meeting to order at 6PM sharp. Familiar faces settled into their seats to discuss the needs of our building. Everyone was Sunday Morning friendly on a lovely Wednesday evening.
First on the agenda was discussion about a new sign. Our sign is a 1974 model. It’s outdated, with black plastic letters that are changed every other week with our message. As signs go, it’s a nice sign. The thing is, it truly needs updating. I’m not sure if anyone thought of pressure washing the thing and spray painting it. A sparkly new sign will cost $30,000. That’s a chunk of change in a town of 25,000 people. We’re a fixture on Main Street. Everyone knows the building and who we are. Although a bright and shiny sign glowing with electronic messages would be cool, we aren’t the glow in the dark kind of folk.
While viewing Sign #1, #2, and #3, people discussed their favorites. All lovely. Personally, I see a $30,000 target for vandalism. One pellet gun could ruin a big investment with a single shot. With removable letters, the most vandals can do is change the message. One company was located 75 miles to the East. The other company was in Florida. Not much service available when the provider is on the east coast.
The remarkable part of this meeting was how this issue was discussed in a lovingly and quiet way. Dressing up the sanctuary was the goal, not personal victories. The committee put a lot of time and effort into their project. They had their personal favorites for different reasons. They had gotten the very best prices they could using hours of their own time. Sometimes church work is behind the scenes without many thanks. It’s always an offering of time and gas. Without reaching a decision, we went on to the next topic.
Future plans for expansion were discussed. There were the lofty thoughts of a new sanctuary with all the bells and whistles. Then, there were practical suggestions of rearranging furniture to provide more space in the Sunday school classrooms for our 12 students. After an hour of meaningful and respectful dialogue, the membership decided to table everything for right now. A purging and rearrangement of furniture will be first on the list. I’d imagine the same people will show up on our church work days. The church savings account remains untouched for now. After hugs and well wishes, everyone left with smiles on their faces.
I wish this meeting would’ve been televised to demonstrate adults behaving like adults. It was a beautiful example of a goal driven meeting. An example of how to show love for one another. Listening skills and indoor voices were used. No one turned red and stomped out of the sanctuary. After all, it was for the love of our place of worship that we met.
The meeting started with praises for many wonderful things that had happened to members since Monday. Even the weather is looking like spring. As we met, the sun hadn’t set on another bright and beautiful day on the high desert plains.
Naomi is missing.
Then, we prayed for our Naomi. Naomi is 18. I’ve never met her. She is a brave girl making her way in this world. Certainly she’s braver than I was at 18. Her mom and dad work in South Africa while she lives here and works at a factory 20 minutes down the road.
Saturday, she was waiting outside our Walmart for a bus ride to work. Around 5:00 AM, a hooded man was caught on camera. He overpowered her, taking both her and the vehicle. The car’s been found riddled with signs of foul play. Naomi is missing. She wasn’t missed until Sunday evening and by then, leads were fading.
I stopped going to that Walmart some time ago. Right on an interstate, it didn’t feel safe anymore. These days, it’s hard to find things that do feel safe. Just yesterday, Willow asked if I would help her learn to shop online. As a new widow, she’d like to shop from the comfort of her own home. The mall isn’t a place to meet people anymore, but a place to look over your shoulder before you dash to your car with keys at the ready.
Nevada is an “Open Carry” state. My town is a gun town. It’s full of manly men and strong women capable of protecting themselves. For goodness sakes, Pastor C owns his own gun shop. But, on March 12th at 5:00 AM in that empty, dark parking lot, no one was there to protect Naomi.
As you read this, please pray that more people remember kindness and respect. Please pray that our leaders would behave like adults and be quietly helpful. Please pray for the innocents in Ukraine. Please pray for our Naomi. We need her back. She’s one of us. Desert Strong.
The other day, I was in working in the “vault” of my online banking account. One of the last things VST taught me was how to navigate through our online banking site. Decades ago, we switched from “In-Person” banking to online banking. It’s been convenient and safe. So Far.
I make it a habit to check in with the banking every day. Crooks these days are quick, so a daily wellness check on the banking site is important. On my site, there are a variety of alarms that sound off from time to time. Alerts for messages. Bills that are due. And a new one that came to my attention last month. A monthly Credit Review.
There are three main credit agencies and your FICO score (credit scoring model designed by Fair Isaac Corporation) can be found on any of them. Equifax. Experian. TransUnion. Each one offers a free credit report once a year. I was about to get my free review from all three at once when my banker suggested I stagger the reports throughout the year. Such a good idea. Every four months, request a free report with another company. Mark your calendar so you don’t forget.
Reviewing posted information for my first report, I found some obvious errors. My entire teaching career was missing from the report. Isn’t that a rather important part of credit??? Everything seemed in order except one thing. I found a delinquent account reported in 2001. It was reported that I stiffed someone for $327. Yes. A credit card company. Walked right away from that bill.
Now, I’ve done a lot of things in my life. Some things I’m not so proud of. But, walking away from a credit card obligation isn’t in the lineup. Even in our poorest days, the bills came first. VST and I were careful about the bills. Always. This information was incorrect so I disputed the delinquent charge.
“Thank you for your inquiry. You will hear back within a month.”
Sure enough, this week, I heard back. The abandoned bill wasn’t mine and removed immediately. After 21 years of being there, of course.
Credit is so important to a widow. You never know when you’ll need to borrow on that rainy day. Last summer, my air conditioner broke. After catching my breath, I had no choice but to replace it as the sun is pretty hot in the high desert of Northwestern Nevada. Expenses don’t stop for the grieving. Life keeps rolling along.
Along with checking your credit report at least once a year (free), be sure to keep an eye on your credit card charges and balances. My cards have been compromised a few times. Just call the number on the back of the card and they’ll have you up and running in no time. Always stow a second card in case something happens to your main card.
Talking to some women in church the other day, I was surprised how many don’t shop online. I was one of them long ago. These days, everything is online. Even grocery shopping on some days. During my last shopping experience at Costco, a customer was run over in the parking lot requiring an ambulance. I love ordering staples from the safety and comfort of my kitchen table. My paper towels, coffee, and laundry detergent arrive within two business days. They never let me down.
As for Oliver, Chewy’s delivers his dog food and toys. Amazon handles everything else. In all the transactions I’ve made, I’ve had few problems. If one does arise, the bank is excellent in handling it. The key is to keep a watchful eye on things.
In my banking experience, it has been most helpful that all my business is with one large bank. Checking accounts, credit cards, and investments can all be seen from the main website. It’s convenient having everything in one place.
So, along with the dust bunnies and window washing, take a little time to look at your finances and credit accounts. As widows and widowers, it’s all up to us now. We can do this!
