Morning Light  Morning Light  Monday, January 28, 2013  Now
Where Did I Put That Machete?  I feel so muddled. I feel like
everything is just absolutely out of control although really,
nothing is in the whole scheme of things. It's just...oh hell. I
don't know.  I do the most basic of necessary things. Laundry
and cooking and bed making. And everything else seems to escape
me. I have two palm trees and a camellia to plant. The woman who
ran Mother's financial investments is supposed to call me about
all of that today. Why in god's name am I executor of this will?
I have no knowledge about any of this stuff. My mother's purse
is in my kitchen. What do you do with someone's driver's license
after she dies? Her Tic-Tacs? I have a dead woman's Tic-Tacs in
my kitchen. How can I execute a will when I can't even figure
out what to do with her Tic-Tacs? I feel like we will be finding
her Kleenex for years to come, randomly scattered in strange
places, revealed like ancient Aztec artifacts. I need to put all
the pictur