This and that

I dreamed last night that we had maintained a room at the hospice this whole time, even more than a year after Colin’s death, but that we finally moved out, which was a shame, since the man who ran the hospice turned out to be the drummer of Fleetwood Mac (but he wasn’t Mick Fleetwood). I can only take it as a sign that my subconscious wanted me to write something, because I took mental notes during the whole dream so I could blog about our move and the variety of celebrities we met while at the Fleetwood Mac-operated hospice.

The thing is that I risk writing the same thing over and over. And yes, I do this for me, not for you, but I also like to write new things from time to time.

That said, there is admin to catch up on. I just got my bill for running the website, meaning there is a real financial decision to be made about whether or not to keep this going (I will). There is the odd bit and piece of news to report.

• We seem to have finally sorted out all the health bills. After a lot of correspondence with the insurance, it turned out that the final bills I thought were unreimbursed had long since been taken care of – I had just submitted separate pages of a multi-page bill as separate items. I would have been happier had it turned out that the insurance still owed us hundreds of euros, but clarity is nice too.
• It looks like all of his old savings accounts are either shut down or have been transmitted to his siblings’ name. Again, kind of mind-numbing that it took so many months after his death to get that done. It makes you wonder how long it takes to shut down the life of someone who actually used their bank accounts. But again, it’s good to have clarity.
• And, if nothing else, my little blog has been discovered by spammers. It’s sort of touching that someone whose online handle is so straightforward – porno, or erotic izle; I can’t decide which is my favorite – is taking the time to tell me that I’ve helped them. And I know it’s just a computer in deepest Russia generating the words, but I live with the hope that some porn star wannabe is taking some message out of these words of mine and using them for something good. I know the odds are slim, but hope must live on.