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Death, Disaster and Deck the Halls
10 80% 24% 0mphESE bar 30.02 steady windchill 10 Winter
The Full Cold Moon
Since Kate came back from a disaster preparedness event at work in May, we’ve had a manila folder marked death and disaster. After a couple of postponements (and, I’m glad to say, neither death nor disaster), we got around to it today. An odd choice for Christmas Eve, but it fit our schedule.
We now have a plan and a kit with those things they always tell you to have somewhere. You know, matches in a waterproof container, blankets, first aid material, things like that. It’s a large kit, stowed in a plastic container and destined to live in our coat closet until that moment. My own analysis tells me that fire, tornado and lengthy power outage are the most likely disasters to hit us here in Andover. I have a hard time imagining Al Qaeda having an interest in Anoka County. Any of it. We’re on the high point for some miles, on sand, and far from any body of water that acts up. Minnesota has no history of hurricanes; but, the folks that did Kate’s event claim we have a moderate risk of earthquake. Geologically I suppose that’s true, but it seems improbable.
We also have insurance documents, financial papers, wills and power of attorney stowed in our safe. (No, I won’t tell you where it is.)
While Kate dug out the stuff we needed for the kit, I spent time looking up material on cremation and donating a body to the U of M Medical School. Cremate or donate. I’m leaning toward donating my body since it seems like a worthwhile thing to do and I do have some anatomical oddities, my ear bones in particular, that my ENT asked me to preserve. This raises another question though and that is where do kids, grandkids, friends go to remember? Haven’t solved that one yet, but it’s on the list. Hope we get to it before its necessary.
And a merry christmas to you, too!
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A Truthful Christmas Letter
A note before bed. The nights are long now. The sun set at 4:32 PM today and won’t rise again until 7:48AM. This is good news for those who like dark, cool nights for sleeping. I do.
We’ve received a few of those letters in the mail; you know the ones, dense paragraphs filled with people you don’t know, pets and projects. One of them stood out. It was from a former partner of Kate’s. She wrote of a year filled with her husband’s boss, “and former friend,” indicted for several felonies. She went on to detail a year with the usual kind of vaguely horrific stuff that happens in all our lives, but usually goes unrecorded, suffered, yes, but not written down. It was wonderful and made me hopeful for this folk art form.
We also get a few Christmas cards each year, fewer and fewer since I haven’t sent cards for decades and Kate hasn’t either. My favorite one so far this year came from cousin Melinda and her husband, Bill, aka, the Hoosier Cowboy. It had two guys on horses greeting each other in the snow. The line below them read, From our Outfit to Yours.
The bookcase consolidation and purging, moving the exercise equipment and downstairs TV project moved closer to completion today. It would look better with built-ins.
Brother Mark is back in Bangkok and Woolly brother Mark is back in Minnesota. Brother Mark had an accident in Phnom Penh. He was hit by a motorcycle, but not injured too badly. This just before he left for Bangkok.
Sister Mary, in Singapore, has used all of her vacation days this year to complete her dissertation. She handed it in and now awaits a verdict as to its acceptability so she can move onto the next stage of the process. No fun, that waiting.