UMTravels

Nothing like thinking about death all day. That’s what scanning and ocr’ing your Last Will and Testament from 1997 will do to you. Ah, 1997 — a world away at this point. Think Microsoft, think the height of the tech-stock boom. Think stock options. Think cheap gas and no Gestapo post “that incident” world — you know, eleven days into September of 2001.

Needless to say, the will was written in a different time with a different feeling. Amazingly, even if I’d died before I’d revised it, I’d have been happy (but still dead). But things have changed and I need to make sure that no one feels left out or short changed. With a meeting late next week with the stock broker (to make sure that all the beneficiaries are correct) and the accountant the following Monday. Yikes — it sounds so adult!

In the afternoon I met with Nan at Helene’s apartment to pick up a rolling clothes rack, drink some of Helene’s scotch, and chat a bit about life, death, and wills. Turns out she needs one, and Susan needs one — guess I’ll forward mine on once I’m done with it to use as a template — a badly prepared will is better than no will at all.

As for the construction project, I got the other wing all done, but not sheeted — and definitely not sided. Didn’t get the siding strained, or the strips cut and stained. Maybe tomorrow — but tomorrow is the day I’m supposed to start working on the shed roof. Hopefully it will fit in the garage setting on top of the walls!

Tonight is a dinner at the house night. Fluffernutter is coming by for dinner. The plan is for a pork roast, salad, steamed asparagus with hollandaise, and a fresh baked loaf of garlic, parsley, graham challah. You know Fluffer and his bread lust.

Hopefully a hot tub and conversations will follow.

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