Archive for October, 2016

For Jill!


2016
10.31
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I still don’t have your Email address. Do send!

PS: Those are pie weights on top of the cabbage. Two people asked if it was moth balls. Sure does look like it, huh?

Patt

 

 

The Death Box.


2016
10.28

Every month when I pay my mortgage and insurance and utility bills, I ask myself: “Who’s going to take care of this stuff when I’m gone?” Lacking a husband or children, the answer seems to come back to my family, which means my sisters. As if they didn’t have enough to do.

Though I am organized with paperwork and bills and household matters, it does not follow that the rest of my family will know where things are kept. And thus, The Death Box.

I probably won’t call it that, except to myself. I’m going to go to Michael’s and try to find an appropriate memory box to store this project. Which I think is utterly brilliant, and will be helpful to those left behind. Immediately helpful, I mean, unlike a last will and testament or other “legal” instrument.

Knowing that none of us will get out of here alive, I’ve started a collection of papers that will help my family clear up my personal business as quickly as possible. Social Security card, names of contacts at my financial institution, information about and title to my car, birth certificate, marriage license, keys to the safe deposit box… it’s all gonna be there. In The Death Box, on the dining room table.

I think it’s a great idea. It’s been a good feeling to get this done. I have a long way to go, but each day I go through certain file drawers and gather information and business cards that will be helpful. Also going to add passwords for my online accounts, and the name of my financial advisor who will be so helpful to my family.

Seems like a good thing to do, especially this time of the year when skeletons and the Grim Reaper are in almost every store window, reminding us that we’re not going to be here forever, but that pretty soon we can shut off the porch lights and enjoy some fun size Snickers bars.

So that’s my story. Taking care of business, I guess you’d call it. I may even write my own obituary in due time. I think it will be appreciated.

That’s all for now!