I’ve been a lazybones about posting lately. Some of that’s due to the fact that I don’t have large chunks of time and like to think about what I’m going to write before I write it. Other times it’s because I feel I don’t have anything important to say (but why does everything I say have to be important? hmmm). But for the benefit of all two of my subscribers, I’ll catch you up on what’s goin’ on.
The house sold, and though we’ve had to run back to Kinzers another time since then, we are now finished with that part of handling the estate. The next step is for me to copy bills and other financial information and send them to our estate guru, who will then file the appropriate forms, etc., and we can cut checks for the inheritance. It looks as if we’ll have enough money to pay off our house, which is a tremendous blessing. Kevin wants to buy a motorcycle with the remainder, and I’m okay with that. But there are many needs in our family and in the world, so we’ll see. That said, I’d give it all back just to have his dad walk through the door and say, “Hello, Pat!” (I can still hear him….).
It feels good to be done with that aspect of the estate, but we’ve got a lot of work to do here at home as a result. Despite our best intentions, we brought more home than we wanted to. You can’t just throw photo albums out, and what about this, and that, and, and…. All that sentimental stuff with little value that nobody wanted and I couldn’t bear to see being thrown into a dumpster is now located throughout my house. And speaking of my house, it’s a mess! There really was no place to go for more stuff (I was trying to get rid of stuff, not bring more in!!!). I have an artist friend who makes paintings/collages, and am thinking about taking some of it to her (when you run out of floor space you are left with few alternatives, lol).
There are other projects, too–a book I’m illustrating for a friend, the transfer of all those pictures to the computer, transferring my father-in-law’s scrapbook from his Navy years (which is literally falling apart) to a new one. Next month Kevin and are hoping to tackle the basement (get it organized, get rid of what we don’t need or use).
And then there’s the writing, that’s fallen by the wayside. It’s emaciated as I’ve only fed it scraps of time, and I’m feeling guilty about neglecting it. Perhaps one day I’ll turn to find it and discover it’s gone, moved on to find another home where it would be loved and cherished and fed on a regular basis. No, I haven’t been very faithful about my writing. I forget that it’s a gift, and that if I’m not faithful it could be taken away…. ~sigh~