Well, hello again! I have been a wee tad bit out of it for the last week or so. Don't worry, Kat, my cat did not eat me. But she tried. My dad and I have been working on getting all of the Probate paperwork done for mom. Handling her finances and threatening to murder her creditors. If it isn’t one thing, it is another. The only good thing to come of this paperwork and such, is that I am inheriting a small amount of money. Nothing significant, but enough to put a new roof on our leaky shack we call home, and put a privacy fence in the back yard.
My mom had an IRA, which mainly consisted of stocks. My sister and I are the beneficiaries on it. I opted to give up the majority of my %50 to my sister (who is 15 and has some minor learning disabilities) to be put into her own IRA for her college education. My dad gave me the idea, which I thought was fantastic and exactly what my mom would have wanted.
The beauty of this all is that whenever I found myself in a financial bind, my mom was always there to help me. For a long time, I really felt as if I depended on her to pay certain bills. I know that this was not the right way to think but I was young and (financially) stupid. In the last year or so before she passed, she basically put a stop to that. Saying “you dug this hole, now YOU get out of it”. And Damned if I didn’t.
Lately Master Wog and I have been trying very hard to save up the money for our new roof. We have been successful, sort of, but then something came up and we had to steal about 1/3 of the money out of our savings to pay for.
Anyway, what I was getting to is that I almost feel like in some strange way, mom planned this, she knew that this money, no matter the amount, would go to good use. She knew that after she passed, I would be a lost little puppy, looking for a way home. And somehow she managed, even after death, to be there for me. Mom was just the bomb like that ;)
In other news, I have been really, really having a heard time dealing with just life in general lately. Every time I run into a problem, whether it be at home, at work, with a friend, I have the urge to pick up the phone and call mom. I find myself really needing her advice right now. So, I chose to, instead of sit in my bed and wallow, clean the living fucking shit out of my house. And may I just say, WOW. Strange how good things happen when you are put you mind to it. My floors are SO SHINY it is amazing. (I have unsealed hardwood floors in my house, it is difficult to keep them clean, much less shiny and pretty, so you can see where a shiny floor would make me happy).
I also started baking again. I know, me? A baker? Weird. But I do love to cook and especially bake sweet things. Don’t worry, I don’t eat much of it, I wouldn’t want all of my lovelies out in blog world to think I am going into diabetic shock or anything. I just make Wog eat all of it. Hehe.
Another thing I am looking to start doing again is drawing and writing. I did both quite frequently years ago, but stopped when mom got sick. I think getting creative again will help me focus on positive things, like creating something form nothing. That and I will have more cool drawings to put on my wall. I’ll get a picture tomorrow of my treasured Tiger. One of the first and best drawings I have ever done.
Ok, I’ll stop with the rambling nonsense now. I’m off to browse shingles!!
Wait, Jess just told me that her family friend Luke passed away this morning. And the other gentleman, Bucky, passed yesterday morning. Keep their families and friends in your thoughts today, and maybe say a little prayer for them. I know I will be.