Things have been hard.
Bad stuff has, literally, been bubbling up in the basement. Dealing with it has been seriously revolting. It all comes back to the old saying, By the inch,it’s a cinch, by the yard, it’s hard. It is so metaphorical, it’s sickening.
The other aspect of this week has been doing Barry’s will and giving his grandsons some money. I am helping him to fulfill his final wishes. He is very grateful for my efforts. If he is holding on for some specific event, we are accomplishing them in a timely manner, I hope.
It reminds me of an episode of Friends, where Phoebe is haunted by a massage client that desires to experience everything before moving on. The client only leaves when Ross’s lesbian ex is at the altar with her new spouse. As soon as she gets what she is looking for, she happily moves on. Is that what Barry is doing? Is that what we are all doing?