Wow. It’s been less than 24 hours since my previous journal but feels like a week! I took a dietary supplement today claiming to contain green and red coffee bean and I have been zooming around like a pinball, channeling Robin Williams (manic, maniac) and talking faster than an auctioneer. Quite the day.
Blondie invited herself for lunch and the beans had me flying so I even sat a table with cloth & runner, napkins, flowers, a candle, etc. She was surprised and said she liked it. Scared her a little too - me being so nice. Heh!
I slow cooked the ribs off a prime rib roast and served it with a soup of Mediterranean mixed vegetables with mushrooms soup cooked in pork roast broth and cheddar broccoli biscuits. It was pretty good or so she said.
But I got a lot done in the shop including continuing to wade through and sort that auction jewelry hoard and hanging some recent photos and wall art. Up and down the ladder, back and forth. I probably did 20k steps today.
I even managed to compose the ‘what & where’ list for my lawyer. I’ve inserted it below if you want to know the kind of afternoon I was having.
So I’m going to slide down between the sheets now and close my eyes. This new sleeping pill I’m trying was created by the same company that made those dolls who’s eye’s closed when you lay them down. It doesn’t give me a heavy eyelid feeling but if I will just do my doll imitation it works. Valley of the Dolls. There, I said it.
Thank you for visiting with me.
Bella
Dear Lawyer,
You realize tasking me to list all this makes it impossible to deny my own mortality. Thanks for the downer. I'd planned for many years to leave my estate in a complete fuster cluck. Regardless, let me know how specific I need to be with accounts or title numbers representing the sad little accumulation of my life’s work listed below.
The will is in the grey safe; call a locksmith to pop the doors. I think when you wrote it Blondie gets it all. I probably need to go review it for changes now that my grandsons are older and I am the surviving widow.
I recognize this is likely why you are making me write all of this down. Time for me to finally deal with the reality of my current life status to develop my ‘hit by the bus’ plan.
My biggest concern is Mushy. If you take her you can’t make cracks about her weight anymore. I’m not kidding. If you don’t want her, call Stick. He’ll take her. He loves her.
In the category of the same reasoning why no one has keys to the door you’ll have to break for entry, I have no cosigners on my bank accounts. Problem?
The credit cards are paid and I may even have $35 in reward points on one of them. I also think I have a few credit points with Schwan food delivery. Must include that in the estate, right? Of all my survivors, Amazon will likely miss me the most. Their stock may drop.
The property files are in the safe. Or will be soon. If not, well, heck, just more billable hours for you while you go on an Easter Egg Hunt. Figure out what you can with Stick & Slick on The Money Pit and The Warehouse as I don't have any life insurance or credit life. I doubt Blondie will pay for them nor will I possess the ability to care if we reach that point. I am confident you’ll do a much better job settling those property ‘investments’ than I ever have.
The rancher is on a ten year lease with purchase option: she sends postdated checks and the payments for the rest of this year are in the check wallet in the top drawer beside a .38 special.
I have no other debts other than a handful of folks who want me to pay old medical bills because they wouldn’t bill it correctly. You let your conscience guide you on that one. The shop inventory is all paid in full. I know Cutty said take what you want and hopefully Blondie will do something with the rest besides blue jeans and bubble gum. This too falls under my inability to care scenario but I hope she’ll contact BCF to buy the inventory if no one wants to keep it open.
I have not made arrangements for dying. Well, I have but with each aging year I know my odds of being rejected increase. I am a living donor with Southwest Medical and they should come get me for free.
However, if that bus really does hit me and we have to go to plan B because SW won’t take my charred or mangled body have me cremated. I will try to stop by and prepay that before the end of this year.
My plan to have my ashes scattered over Brad Pitt is no longer viable as he married. I’ll try to think of a new target. I always wanted to go to Italy. Can you charge that as an executor fee to take your family over there to scatter a client’s ashes? If so, go for it.
Remind Blondie to not be too quick to call Hoarder’s Anonymous or The Salvation Army to sweep the joint. I've never trusted the safes that much.
Let me know if you need more details.
Sincerely,
Bella
