I hate drama. I hate adult offspring who can't act like adults. I won't fight with them so I've walked away -- arguing with closed minds isn't productive or helpful. I chose to separate myself from the burial of Frank. I'll take some flowers to the lovely Veterans' cemetery where I guess they invited friends to mourn. I'd really rather say good-bye on my own. I know he would understand.
I guaran-damn-tee y'all that they will not get a nickel from me. I called my insurance guy and he's coming over to change the beneficiary on the small term insurance policy that I have for my expenses when the Sky Pilot calls me home or wherever we go when we die.
I had a long discussion with my stepmom last night after my poor damaged brain settled itself sufficiently to be rational. She's doing well and is presently in a rehab facility and may be able to go back to independent living soon. A miracle. I learned a lot from her that could be really helpful and I'm exploring possibilities for my future and I hope I can pull it off -- I'm not too old to re-invent myself one more time (I hope). Frankly, I look forward to it. We'll see. Watch this space. We'll see. :)
Here's a clip from one of my favorite movies with two of favorite actors. It sort of sums up where I am right now and hopefully gives y'all a smile to end this downer of a post.