Stuff

Yesterday was mostly about sorting stuff, taking stuff to various drop off areas, and more email and web unsubbing. Fortunately the pater familias kept a binder full of account names and passwords, making the task easier. Unfortunately the binder is not up to date, so there's some gaps. The worst, so far, has been to get him off of "Classmates.com". They make it virtually impossible to find the "cancel account" area, and once found you have to input passwords and confirmations about five squintillion times. However, 'tis done now, and the Class of 57 at Ottawa U has one fewer member.

EC (rackle) dropped by for dinner (and post-prandial scotch) Saturday evening. EC noted that Mum's hug was firmer than usual ... the only real sign of emotional distress. We managed to converse well past the pumpkin hour of mother and spouse, but wrapped a bit earlier this time ... hitting the sack at 1:30 rather than 4 a.m.

Surreal moment of the day: Discussing eulogies... mother has drafted the eulogy that I am supposed to read, and, of course, it's not at all what I would have written. That being somewhat the point as what I would have written could cause rioting. Somehow, though, I had expected something more like what I would/could have written if only... It is only a draft, though, so changes can/will be made.