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Sunday, December 8, 2013

Sunday—Life Is Complicated Day #10: My Day Off

My daily journal as trustee of my dad's estate


On Tropicana going over The Strip on the way to my dad's house

My Day Off
At the end of last week, it was obvious that there was more to do, and I needed to extend my stay for another week.  I was still waiting on the death certificates, which take 7 to 10 business days to arrive, and not much happens on the business end of a trust without death certificates.

I also needed to pick up my dad's ashes from the nice folks at Bunkers.  The initial shock of his unexpected death was starting to dissipate and a new, more purposed reality was settling in.  At least, it didn't feel like a half-dream anymore.  I'd been on auto-pilot for a week straight, and I was beginning to wonder when I would feel optimistic again.

So, I gave myself a day off back at the condo in Boulder City.

I slept in and drank coffee all morning.  I sorted through papers when I felt like it.  I strolled around in my little aromatic garden and let the rosemary and cedar branches brush against my jeans.  I started a new Harry Bosch novel on my Kindle.  I ate lunch and did some blogging.  I thought about driving out to Searchlight and decided that it was too cold to get out of the car.  I did laundry and zapped a  Lean Cuisine for supper.  I was in bed by 8:15.

I would be heading out to the house in Vegas on Tuesday to put things out for the donation truck on Wednesday morning.  Beyond that, who knows.  The course of each day was determined by the accomplishments of the preceding day, so I wasn't sure if I'd be spending the rest of the week in Vegas, or not.

I decided against attending a family event in Searchlight on Monday in lieu of making phone calls.  Like it or not, I had to start the process of notifying Social Security, Medicare, his doctors, and the VA.  Plus, I had to confirm his homeowner's and auto insurance.  First things first.  Time to switch into secretarial mode.  Dealing with pointy-headed bureaucrats takes mental alertness, and although I was bracing for a crap storm the next day, I was trying not to think about it too much.

Thanks to my sister who diligently organized 3 laundry baskets of files into individual stacks of important papers, I could face Monday somewhat prepared.

Thanks, Heidikins