Winter Valentine Moon
Necessary but not necessarily pleasant work this morning. Kate and I went through our health care directives, making sure they still reflected what we wanted. Mostly. We then read through our wills with a similar purpose in mind. They’re seven years old. We need to ask the boys what, if anything, they might want in our estate so we can enter that in a list for them. We knew this seven years ago and somehow haven’t gotten around to it. Is that Denial I hear rushing by?
We looked, too, at our trust instruments. They, too, are mostly ok, but I still haven’t added Kate to our Vanguard account. Again, I’ve had seven years to do it. I promised I wouldn’t take any more than that amount of time before I got it done.
We also discussed funeral/celebration arrangements, coming to no firm conclusions, but with progress. Asked some time ago to donate my body to medical science so they can investigate my inner-ear bones–no, seriously, I intend to but haven’t gotten around to filling out the forms. Can you hear the beautiful blue Denial in the background?
After this we made a list of matters around the house that need attention. We’ve lived here 20 years and though we’ve kept with major things: new furnace, air conditioner, roof, siding, dishwasher for example, there are many smaller things. Our outdoor trim needs painting and in some places replacement. A lock here. A light fixture there. Handyman sort of things. We have a guy. A few garden things. Laying down woodchips in the vegetable garden. Pruning the orchard. Javier work.
Painting living room, kitchen, hall and master suite plus repairing that settling crack we’ve had for, what? 20 years? Finishing Touch painters.
Changing light bulbs and cleaning out the garage. Kate and me.
After all this responsible adult stuff, we went for lunch at Azteca, our favorite Mexican joint.
