Is it time?

I don't know if I have the stamina and brain-skilz to reboot this little project. Maybe I should just move to another blog, but I'm not sure I have the patience for setting that up. Then again I have--if literally nothing else--discovered in myself a deep pool of patience I thought I would never live to see. 

Beast died about three weeks ago.
Yesterday was his funeral.

It doesn't seem real, but now the really obnoxiously hard part is in front of me and I DON'T LIKE the look of the landscape I see. Lots of paperwork, forms, talking about money (which is a change from constantly worrying/not thinking about money because ... that way there be monsters), waiting on hold with various customer service lines... 

In other news, I am now the mother of a daughter. Sparky has, in the last 5 months, outed herself as a girl, so that's been a strange new wrinkle in life, making me evaluate my own internal biases yet again. We got side-by-side pedicures for her 32nd birthday in February, but she's still the same old Sparky I've always loved.

In bigger family news, there are a few new faces in the branches of the tree so I will have to update that family list again. Fortunately, somehow, Beast is the only one to leave. Del and Marie continue to hang in, but they are getting older. Neither were at Beast's funeral: Marie has an oxygen tank she has to use at night and it's heavy (she needs to get a concentrator or one of the backpacks, STAT!), Del being Del had no money for a plane ticket because taxes. 

I'm listening to the playlist I made for Tom's visitation yesterday. I don't think I heard any of it because of all the people. It was a pretty full house, with lots of people wearing red. Sparky spoke, and cried a lot. 

Despite not wanting to make this a funeral post, it's tacking pretty near that topic so I'll close. And procrastinate on everything else by looking at new blog templates, probably.