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Sleepy Sunday
Jun. 27th, 2004 03:16 pmAt my mom's again. Mostly just chatted about random stuff, a little bit about what to do with her stuff. Which is depressing, but if that's what she wants to talk about, I'm there. She decided to take a nap after lunch and has been sleeping for a couple of hours, so I've taken the opportunity to actually look at fics for the first time in a long, long time. Gives me something totally different to do.
It's weird, talking to her about her things. I'm going to be her executrix and mostly sole heir, but Guy will have the house as long as he wants, and when he leaves it he'll take much of the furniture and other stuff. Which is fine by me - it's all his anyway, as far as I'm concerned. Chris suggested that I go through my childhood stuff that's in the basement, so that Guy doesn't give away or throw out any childhood mementos, not knowing that's what they are.
Chris thinks part of why she's wanting to talk about her things is that she has always wanted to help people - which is not always a good thing, if she's offering help that's really not what her helpees need/want - and wants to keep helping even after she's gone. She told me that she'd like me to reserve some of the money we'll get for a trip to Europe, since Chris and I have been wanting to go there for a long time. I don't think going to Europe would be a high priority for us after she's gone, but if it gives her peace, right now I'll tell her I'll go to the Moon if that's what she wants.
Besides, we have wanted to go to Europe for a long time. It might help, after she's gone, to do something she wanted us to do with the money she leaves us. And it's not that I don't believe in an afterlife (I'm just not 100% sure there is one) so who knows, maybe she'd smile at us from wherever she went and be happy that she was able to help us one last time.
In other news, Chris and the boys are coming home tonight around dinner time. Which is good. I miss them. I'm usually too busy to miss them whenever they're not around, but yesterday I found myself wishing Justin was there, with his cuddly little belly and big dimply smile. Then I realized I also missed Daniel, with his skinny little arms and gentle hugs. And Chris, with his solid warmth and scratchy beard and keen sense of the ridiculous.
Off to check on my mom again.
It's weird, talking to her about her things. I'm going to be her executrix and mostly sole heir, but Guy will have the house as long as he wants, and when he leaves it he'll take much of the furniture and other stuff. Which is fine by me - it's all his anyway, as far as I'm concerned. Chris suggested that I go through my childhood stuff that's in the basement, so that Guy doesn't give away or throw out any childhood mementos, not knowing that's what they are.
Chris thinks part of why she's wanting to talk about her things is that she has always wanted to help people - which is not always a good thing, if she's offering help that's really not what her helpees need/want - and wants to keep helping even after she's gone. She told me that she'd like me to reserve some of the money we'll get for a trip to Europe, since Chris and I have been wanting to go there for a long time. I don't think going to Europe would be a high priority for us after she's gone, but if it gives her peace, right now I'll tell her I'll go to the Moon if that's what she wants.
Besides, we have wanted to go to Europe for a long time. It might help, after she's gone, to do something she wanted us to do with the money she leaves us. And it's not that I don't believe in an afterlife (I'm just not 100% sure there is one) so who knows, maybe she'd smile at us from wherever she went and be happy that she was able to help us one last time.
In other news, Chris and the boys are coming home tonight around dinner time. Which is good. I miss them. I'm usually too busy to miss them whenever they're not around, but yesterday I found myself wishing Justin was there, with his cuddly little belly and big dimply smile. Then I realized I also missed Daniel, with his skinny little arms and gentle hugs. And Chris, with his solid warmth and scratchy beard and keen sense of the ridiculous.
Off to check on my mom again.
