Well, that was a thousand dollars I had a better use for. Kara said she'd pay half of it, though it would have to be in installments. Sweet mother goddess, I hate funeral homes. I may never be able to cope with floral upholstery again. I would have been so much happier in a fucking business office than that dreadful faux-living room.

Now I get to talk to Social Security and get his disability ended--but I'll get a check for $250! I wonder if I'll get to keep this month's payment or if they'll want it back. That's my Friday to look forward to.

And I hadn't even thought of probate. He refused to do a will because everything is held jointly and "I don't have anything."

Easier days, sj.

Thanks, everyone. So far I'm in a lot less pain than I was before the surgery, but I'm wary of how I'll feel when whatever was in the iv wears off. TCG is home today, and mom will be here all day tomorrow. TCG is getting me more gatorade and a loaf of bread from the farmer's market for dinner (which will also include leftover pasta from yesterday and meatballs that my grandfather made.

I had a wonderful lunch with Kara. She went with me to take care of things. She's going to take his ashes, because I have a soul deep "can't cope" when it comes to remains. He was still my husband there in the hospital room, but the idea of handling a box of what used to be him makes me scream inside.

So she's going to sneak him into the national forest near here, where he used to work and was so happy, and not ask permission and let the woods take him. It's probably not environmentally good, but I'm a little past that a the moment.

But that part's done. Now the dreadful, dreary legalities.

sj, you just brought back the memory of what I did the day I had my D&C. We left the hospital and went to the Exploratorium in SF. K-Bug was in a stroller, so I had that for extra support, but I remember feeling so much better. Had forgotten about that.

You are in my thoughts and I'm glad you have family there for you.

That is a huge step, Connie. I'm glad Kara is helping and the forest sounds like a good place for the ashes.

You too, are in my thoughts and I wish you as much ease as possible through the paperwork jungle.

Oh Connie, I'm so very sorry for your loss. I'm glad you have someone helping with the business that must be done in the midst of such raw pain. Thinking of you.

{{{sj}}} Thoughts headed your way, too.

Also, to MM and Aimee after the loss of MM's mom.

Back the eff off, universe! It's too damned much!

{{{ Connie }}}}

{{{ SJ }}}

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Wedding festivities are all done. Rumor has it, I did a good job as officiant. Signed the papers this morning. It's all legal. They are officially married! Party was a great time, had by all. And we got the hall cleaned up by 1am. Today, I am *very* sore. Back, legs, arms. Lots of standing/walking all day. So I'm spending the day escaping the world and staying off my feet.

That must be so fun, to officiate weddings.

Kara told me something sad. She and her husband love each other, she finds him fascinating, he'd give her the world, they love their kids--but they're not friends. She says they have nothing in common, and when they have meals together they don't talk. That's so terribly sad.

Connie, that is lovely. I'm glad you have Kara there to help you with that.

So, apparently being passive aggressive works with workmen. This is the second time I have called a workman for a third time to try to get an estimate on things I need to have done in the house (first time was a carpenter we had worked with before and the second time was a plumber we worked with before). On the third call with no return phone calls over the course of a couple weeks, I say something along the lines of "If you're too busy for this work right now, could you refer me to a colleague that may be able to help me?" Apparently this works, and quickly!