I’ve been going to write. Nearly every day, I think about writing. And then I don’t. Most often, writing time is taken up with napping time lately. Some say that it’s stress and that could well be. But it’s not the first time I’ve struggled with motivation to get stuff done. I have been trying to cook some, but nothing new. I’m still making old recipes so I can take pictures for Chickens and Eggs. It is nice to make some old favorites.
This past week, awake time was spent with death paperwork. I filed Mom’s death certificate with one of the banks and finally got them to drill the safe deposit box. Only took a year. As I expected, original copies of their wills and funeral packages as well as their birth certificates were in there. No real surprises. I may open a safe deposit box in my name to store that stuff again though I’m not sure I really feel like any of it needs to be in there. If there was a fire, I suppose, it’d be nice to have important papers stored somewhere safe.
I’ve contacted Mom’s life insurance company. It’s a small policy and I have the paperwork to do to make the claim. I have a ton of copying to do. I have to go to Branson on Tuesday and I’m hoping that there is a copy place there. Her long term care insurance requires the same paperwork in order to pay out the final payment for her last month in the nursing home. And I’ve contacted their attorney to find out if there is anything else I need to do.
Oh, and I have the main bank. That bank has been easier to work with than the small local bank. Small local bank wants Dad’s signature and doesn’t seem to understand that I’m the POA because he can’t legally sign financial paperwork, etc. I never realized how much there was to do.
The kitties are enjoying our warming blanket. Sometimes they snuggle together, but more often they lay on opposite sides of the bed. This means they are either forced to share one half of the bed or they fight and one pushes the other off when I go to bed. I think they would prefer if I slept on the sofa.
They’ve been driving me insane on their eating again. We would only eat chicken. We didn’t like turkey or fish or anything else. In fact, we only liked chicken with gravy. Well, now we hate gravy. We really want fish. Some chicken is okay, but we’d rather have fish. But only certain fish. We like tuna. We like whitefish. We don’t like salmon. We really don’t like salmon. We don’t like “seafood.” We don’t like shrimp. We sometimes like fish mixed with chicken. You know, so long as it doesn’t have gravy. Oh, and don’t think you can fool us and serve us the same thing two meals in a row. We already ate that today. We won’t eat it again.
Gallagher used to do a bit on cat food. He says that they can’t read – but they can compare. And when they notice you have too many of one kind of cat food, that’s the kind they won’t eat anymore. Anyone want me to send them some chicken with gravy?