Being old enough to deal with lawyers, wills and deaths of family members makes me want to revert to childhood. When did I become the responsible adult? (because I REALLY don't like this role) I want to be a kid again! As I suspected, the current executrix wants me to take over the job. "You'll just have to sign some papers." Really? Doubtful. I'm thinking about it, with dread. The current executrix has already arranged for an expensive casket(would Poochie have wanted that?), tried to figure out whether she has a plot near her parents in the cemetery, and discussed the heirs to the estate with the lawyer. I'm one of the four, so should I be the executrix as well? That seems sketchy. I'm also dealing with my overwhelmed mother who is trying to organize and keep track of all my dad's appointments. How did I spend my afternoon? ON THE PHONE, which I do not enjoy.
Next on my list of beautification tasks was some nail work, which I do only for myself since no one else cares. I've always disliked my ugly hands, and feel better if they look decent. However, this kit is mostly a mystery to me; the tool I thought was a cuticle pusher was actually an implement of torture. (blood everywhere) The stick on nail polish that I bought at my sister-in-law's party is hard to use and I peeled it right back off. It's been a frustrating day. And did I mention stressful?
When I'm frazzled, I force myself to think about any positives I can. My neighbor has started working on our fence. The sky was blue today. John and I are taking a walk at Chambers Bay tomorrow. I'm loving the latest version of "All Creatures Great and Small." I got to FaceTime with Older Daughter and Grandson this morning. My younger daughter texted me how much she misses my chili. My cat loves me.
