Sunday Morning Opera

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Screen shot 2014-10-17 at 11.40.52 AMWhile I’m dealing with family things, I thought I’d just do more of my favorite thing. Opera, to me, is soul food. This isn’t quite opera, but it is sung by my favorite opera super-star, so what’s the difference?

This week I’ve managed to get hold of my father’s death certificate.  The social security has been changed over to my mother.  That went through, just fine.  Finally put the life insurance forms in the mail, today.  I’ve talked our priest into picking up my father’s ashes.  I can’t do it.  I’ve managed to do everything else, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that.  My mother is doing much better.  I’m still required to spend just about every night with her.  I miss my kitties so bad I want to cry.  I checked on them today.  They were fine.  I wasn’t.

I am exhausted.  I’m so tired, I just want to sit and cry, which is what I did the other night when my mother’s huge Maine Coon, Fred, climbed into bed with me.  Everyone else has the luxury of being able to be upset by the events of the past month, but moi.

Sometimes we just need a baritone.

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