Mr. Monk Buys a House
As you probably all know by now, we are mourning the sudden loss of Dr. Kroger. And as expected, poor Mr. Monk has been taking it the hardest. Every little thing seems to set him off. And I mean more than usual. One Thursday, he started sweeping in the afternoon until I left, but when I returned Friday, he was still sweeping! That's when I knew I wouldn't be strong enough to handle this. Mr. Monk needs a therapist. Trudy wasn't his therapist. Sharona wasn't his therapist. And I can't be his therapist. So I began searching for a new doctor for him. I needed him to deal with this or I don't know how long I could have lasted. And I don't want to quit. Not now that I've learned to love...this job. I don't think I could live with myself if I turned into one more person who's left Mr. Monk.
Now in the midst of sorrow and denial and lack of therapist, Mr. Monk went out on a limb and bought a house. He claimed it was because of a noisy neighbor, which I assure you was definitely not the case. I was shocked at first, but I'm not going to lie...before it was all over, I think I grew pretty attached to the idea. A part of me still thinks it was a good venture for him. He might have been just being stubborn, but despite the destruction that went on in that old house, Mr. Monk seemed willing to persevere. Even I was going slightly mad by the mess! But somehow he kept it together better than I expected.
And this is pretty pathetic, but I feel sorry for that old house. It was just fine, although I admit I bought into the contractor's lies too. But it was completely destroyed all because of greed. It really was a nice, quaint little place. It was a place I could see myself growing old in, with Julie and her own family coming to visit on holidays. A warm toasty fire...with no need for smoke signals!
Of course, if Mr. Monk had kept the house, I can't help but wonder what my wishful thinking implies!
-Natalie Teeger
