I kept my eyes open maybe half the time going up, mostly looking to the side rather than up or down. On the way down I kept them open most of the time. This is huge because I have serious height issues, but it was so pretty that I forced myself. I remember sharing this fear with Ed (DxM) and talking about hugging the back wall of the World Trade Center and not getting anywhere near the windows. So yeah, proud of myself.
I'm proud of you too! So is Ed!
Yeah, I can see that. It sounds like Matilda inherited that gene.
Definitely, but with the added bonus of being much more outgoing and gregarious as a teen.
So, in the ongoing battle of David Vs. the Paperwork, I scored a double win today by Not Being Prompt.
Our financial advisor, Mike, had told me they would have to restructure all the trusts after Jacqueline's death, canceling credit cards and reissuing them after the new trusts were established etc. Major tsurris which would tie up our money for more than a month.
Which I didn't think was necessary because we had structured our Living Trust so that the surviving spouse just received everything automatically. There were no cut-outs or separate accounts or trusts or provisions. We were the two trustees and when one died, the survivor would become the sole trustee.
So I slow walked sending in JZ's death certificate (which would have triggered all the tumult as a matter of protocol) until after I had talked to my Estate Planning attorney, and he confirmed what I thought was true.
He contacted Mike and now everything stays the same, with the exception that my SSN is the one primarily associated with the account.
That just requires a minor bit of DocuSign and much less upheaval.
Relatedly, Mike also said that I needed to get one other Certificate of Trust from our CPA which she sent to me with instructions to have it notarized and sent to him.
Except, I got the actual cert and she had already notarized it and the document clearly doesn't have space for another signatory and was even altered from "signer(s)" to "signer." So I doubled checked on that and indeed I do not need to sign nor notarize it. Just send it in.
In short: Procrastination is your friend.
Well done with the procrastination and paperwork mastery. Yes, I really didn't have to do anything with accounts or the house after Steve died because everything was in both of our names.
My stepfather used to tell me that "Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing."
Glad this was one of these.
So glad the procrastination worked out! And I'm glad you are able to help those girls and hope they land on their feet somewhere else soon. This certainly seems like JZ haunting y'all!
Way to brave the ski lift, Laura!
All I have wanted to do all day long is go back to bed, but have not done that, I have paid attention in meetings and made contributions to the taskforce that meets first thing tomorrow morning (I still have to put together my slide for that, ugh, taking a break first) so I feel very deserving of a cookie. I do not have a cookie. I might have a root. Somewhere.
Sends a virtual cookie to -t. It might not be quite so satisfying.
I do default to accepting cookies
The amusing moment on the ski lift was when they had the national wireless emergency alert. Of course on the mountaintop is where all the cell towers are located so everyone on the lift and on top of the mountain had their cell phones going off at the same time. We all laughed about the concept of getting away from it all.
Yesterday I drove up to Blaine, i.e. practically to the Canadian border, for an interview for Global Entry status. (These are also available much closer to home at Sea-Tac, but I wouldn't have been able to schedule one until several months from now, and the goal was to get this done before my October and November travel.)
Anyway, I'd driven an hour and a half to spend less than ten minutes from check-in till my interview was completed, so rather than drive straight home I decided to look for someplace more scenic to stretch my legs than the rather dire strip mall hosting the Global Entry center. I looked for parks or trails on my map app and found this place: [link]
It was too cloudy for the spectacular mountain views pictured on the website...but for all that I live in Seattle it'd been far too long since I'd been close enough to the sea to smell the salt tang of it, to breathe in the glory, the edge-of-the-world immensity of it all. That unplanned half hour of walking the narrow, rocky beach, watching birds, and just being in the beauty of the world was one of the best moments I've had in a long, long time.
That unplanned half hour of walking the narrow, rocky beach, watching birds, and just being in the beauty of the world was one of the best moments I've had in a long, long time.
To be in the beauty of the world. To give yourself that opportunity. To open your eyes again. It's tonic.
