Since I’ve been posting about the moon the past couple of days, let’s have Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” for today’s earworm.
This is an interesting
representation of it by someone calling him/herself Rousseau.
Since I’ve been posting about the moon the past couple of days, let’s have Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” for today’s earworm.
This is an interesting
representation of it by someone calling him/herself Rousseau.
I love Artemis with me on my morning walks.
It’s one of the best reasons
for getting out while darkness is still upon us.
Rebooted my morning walk routine after a break in Arizona. A diminished Artemis greeted me.
And then the W&OD Trail, with
early cyclists.
Home.
A couple of travel-related points of interest from my trip to Arizona last week.
First—renting a car these days
is quite the economic shocker. My Kia Soul (in the “economy” category) cost
$266.93 for three days. Plus a “deposit” at pick-up of $466. (I just checked;
it has, in fact, been refunded.)
But what was also a slice was
sliding into a car that’s at least 20 years newer than the one I drive on the
regular. I consider my trip a triumph in that I figured out how to use cruise
control. And that on the one night I had to drive, I got the lights working,
and they weren’t high-beams. (My car’s lights stay on whenever the engine’s
running. It’s Swedish.)
But the other moments of
excitement came at DFW Airport, when American Airlines changed the departure
gate for my flight from C4 to A39, which is in a different county, without
updating the boarding pass on my mobile phone. Thank God I checked the
departure board, and then asked the ladies at Amex’s Centurion Lounge front
desk to double check. One of them gave me instructions (take the Skylink) and
made sure I got on the first elevator leaving the lounge.
Because the flight was already
boarding.
Well, I had to haul ass, but I
made it to the plane. Not the only one to have been flummoxed by the gate change-boarding
pass issue.
It’s always a good end to a
trip when you catch your flight home.
I spent Wednesday through Friday last week in Arizona, because issues had arisen around my sister’s fiduciary. Since she went into an assisted living facility late last year, we’ve been kind of unlucky with the people entrusted to manage her money.
The first one might have been
okay, but he came as a package with his wife, who decidedly was not. We had
high hopes for the second one, but he and his minions have sadly not worked
out. I would ascribe the problems to lack of transparency, coupled with really
poor communication. And, tbh, my sister’s hearing loss means that trying to
talk with her via her mobile phone means she comprehends about 35% of what you
say, on a good call. But whatever—her medical power of attorney friends had hit
a wall and here we are.
So I printed out months of fiduciary
and bank statements and spent Wednesday flying to Phoenix and then driving to
Cottonwood (with a stop at one of the groadiest McDonalds on the face of the
planet, so I could get on a conference call). I have to say that finances are
not my thing—I stopped balancing a checkbook in the 1980s, and even just
looking at balance sheets spikes my heart rate. But my sister needed me, so I
did my best.
I spoke at length with her, sat
in on her conversation with a prospective new fiduciary, talked with her
lawyer, and then backed my sister in her chat with the soon-to-be-ex fiduciary,
as she told him she likes the new one, and will transfer to that woman’s
service.
I held my tongue (a gargantuan
effort, if you know me) with this guy—except to ask him, “Tell me about the NSF
check.” (Yes, he wrote a check on my sister’s account—to pay one of his
invoices—without sufficient funds to cover it. In June. And has not as yet
refunded the $35 service charge. If you’re looking for a fiduciary in Northern
Arizona, I know whom to steer you away from.) He professed himself astonished
to find that he’d done that (even though he moved money from her trust account
to cover it the day after; either he writes them so often he couldn’t recall
this particular one, or he was lying).
Well, anyway, the situation is
resolved, and my sister is going to be looked after by someone who will make
the full effort to communicate. (And my sister is going to make the effort to
stand up for herself.)
And I am massively relieved, and
immensely grateful that her MPOAs have been doing such an amazing job in advocating
for her. And I’m grateful I was able to go out there and do my part. It's her birthday today, and I am deeply grateful for having her in my life.
Also—I got to see some northern Arizona dawns, and look at these clouds.