Keepin' on a-keepin' on

Hm. How *am* I holding up?

Comfortably numb seems to be where I'm at emotionally.  Semi-boss asked me how I was this morning, and I got to be blunt about 'hey, suck, so don't expect much out of me this week.' The support I've gotten here on livejournal and in person has been very much appreciated.

My condo is a mess - I've let alot of housekeeping slide since my uncle's death, and my productive Sunday turned into not much of anything. I switched between computer games and fanfic, and both the piles of mail and the weeds in my garden only continue to grow. Paying bills today, so

This coming weekend was supposed to be the triathlon, but my training slipped when I went to NY, fell flat on its face right after, and I just haven't picked it up the way I need to. Plus, I made plans with Meg to pickle on Sunday, and right now, that's what I'd rather be doing. I think my brother will be the most disappointed with me, but more in that I haven't been training rather than not actually doing the triathlon.

Dad's dealing with all the family trust juggling, and since there was a doctor present, there's no trouble with the death certificate the way there was with my uncle. Grandma should be cremated very shortly now. We're not much of a family for funerals, and we haven't even had my uncle's memorial service yet, so who knows what will happen in that line.

Onward

Just had a nice long chat with Dad - he's doing pretty well, immersed in getting all the family trust crap sorted out - his brother was the primary trustee, so now all the banks need to see that death certificate, and then they need to see Grandma's death certificate, and add to that, he's using some of the trust money to buy a house down there in Albuquerque, so there's more thick stacks of paper to wade through and wait on bank and bureaucracy to grind their way towards a signature.

But we got off money when I told him he's not allowed to die so that I can get my inheritance, though I wouldn't say no to the odd cash gift. He got the spare 512MB chip from my new iMac, and he's thinking about finally upgrading his piece of crap PC for another iMac (Mom's got one already) He was sort of puzzling over the scarf I sent in the same package, but a little sputtering of 'It's not for you! It's for Mom!' he got the clue that I just wanted to send a nice scarf with turtles to my mommy.

The closing might be a bit delayed, but it's a nice house, and there might even be room for both of my grandfathers, Mom's art and Dad's office. There's a fenced yard, and it's close to walk-space, so they're talking and I'm hoping they'll get a dog soon, too. I'm all for more animal companionship (I say this with a giant lump of fur pressing his forehead into my elbow) and Dad (and Mom) could use an excuse for exercise.