I’ve been quiet on-line recently. Scrambling to survive can rake up a lot of energy, denying it for creative purposes other than furthering survival.
To quote a favorite line from a broadcast personality: Can we say “Whee” now? (Bless you, Benny Hill, wherever you are…)
Really. We have a roof for now. We have food for a week or more, even if not of a type or with a variety to please both of us. BUT the challenges are piling up taller, deeper, and darker. Does make it difficult to write cheerfully positive viewpoints, although some of the darker futures I have envisioned over the years are already getting far too much reinforcement from the political front these days. (The work on “Tales of the Apocalypse Decade” had to be suspended when I saw where some of the storylines were headed in the face of the ill wind out of Washington D.C. …)
I’ve not updated this blog in far too long. Distractions and realities of navigating end-of-life care for family members took their own toll. Added to that was the challenge of assisting my partner’s family as they prepared the house (we’d lived in it with her family as they declined) for disposition. No small task: they’d been there for more than thirty years, and there were family records and “stuff” going back at least fifty beyond that even ignoring some of the genealogical records and family history.
We were exhausted by the process, which was made worse by conflicting points of view about the needs of preserving financial records for the estate. It saddened me considerably to have more than one adult who should have known better advocate for the wholesale destruction of records that legally the estate is bound to preserve by law and / or IRS rules. My brain suffered whiplash in the process, I tell you true! (As later matters have developed, even some of what we did manage to preserve has been lost, but we could not have known that at the time.)
Then there’s the small matter of lacking income since. Declining health has not helped with the writing or the employment search either. Only so much energy remains after days of dealing with Texas heat, mountains of sometimes crumbling paper, and emotional disruptions. Health demands a toll, and takes payments from you even when you have nothing in reserve to make those payments. (Human biochemistry has a VERY efficient collection agent in these matters, a mechanism that is relentless and not easily bribed or mollified.)
So. What’s next? We don’t know yet. Even once we find out, there could be interesting twists and turns before, during, and after the revelations are made. No doubt interesting to those directly affected, maybe not so much to others.
And THAT, my putative readers, is Life with a capital L.