Sunday evening was the first fire tribe meeting of the season. Larry's passing had a huge effect on the group, and we were sorely missed. Everyone was gracious at the meeting, welcoming, although I could tell a few folks were tiptoeing around me. I will address the group as soon as some of the new flash in the pans have departed. I distributed a few tiny vials of Larry's ashes. Found a penny. Resolved my ride dilemna.
Spent the night at the DownLow. Good to see people, but damn, I am fussy about where I roost. No window coverings meant a lot of ambient light which means a restless night. The FrontRunner ride home was pleasant. I walked over to Pig and a Jelly Jar, had beignets and coffee. Only customer, so lot of chatty chat with the servers. One is a burner.
Still have not put away the Christmas decor. Working on it. Slowly. So. Slowly.
Errands loom. It is snowy and slick outside. Yuck. I may try for tomorrow for notarizing and faxing. It is the last big adulting before I tackle Affidavit of Survivorship, a new will, and taxes. Death and taxes, eh?
I ordered little keepsake urns. While I will scatter Larry's ashes, I do want to keep some. Well, not scatter. One packet will go to the E-11 temple, a larger portion to the Burning Man temple, and a small packet to be set to sail at sea. It will be nice to have a little urn. Lonny can have it if he likes after I die someday. A set of four urns was the same prive as two, so there is one for me, one for Jeremy, one for Desi, and one for Nate. Feels right. I have to admit, handling cremains is weird as hell. They are not all floof, they are crunchy and gritty, with obvious bits of bone. So weird.
Spent the night at the DownLow. Good to see people, but damn, I am fussy about where I roost. No window coverings meant a lot of ambient light which means a restless night. The FrontRunner ride home was pleasant. I walked over to Pig and a Jelly Jar, had beignets and coffee. Only customer, so lot of chatty chat with the servers. One is a burner.
Still have not put away the Christmas decor. Working on it. Slowly. So. Slowly.
Errands loom. It is snowy and slick outside. Yuck. I may try for tomorrow for notarizing and faxing. It is the last big adulting before I tackle Affidavit of Survivorship, a new will, and taxes. Death and taxes, eh?
I ordered little keepsake urns. While I will scatter Larry's ashes, I do want to keep some. Well, not scatter. One packet will go to the E-11 temple, a larger portion to the Burning Man temple, and a small packet to be set to sail at sea. It will be nice to have a little urn. Lonny can have it if he likes after I die someday. A set of four urns was the same prive as two, so there is one for me, one for Jeremy, one for Desi, and one for Nate. Feels right. I have to admit, handling cremains is weird as hell. They are not all floof, they are crunchy and gritty, with obvious bits of bone. So weird.
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