gaaaahhhh!!! At 5;40 in the evening, it’s 104 in the shade of the back porch. Wunderground says the chance of rain is 0% (ya don’t say, Jose?). We’re told the weather’s relatively cool for this time of year, though supposedly a blast of heat is due next week: around 110º. Uh huh.
Just back from circumabulating the park. I did leave the pooch home: those asphalt roads will truly be tooooo hot for her li’l feet. But the park was not too hot for young people loafing and playing…so that was pleasant enough.
Blasting unsurvivable heat brings to mind one’s mortality. And this led me to try to locate a surviving partner of my recently deceased lawyer, the redoubtable Michael Kimerer.
He dropped dead in his office a few weeks ago. A former partner of my former husband’s, he was one of the most powerful and most respected lawyers in the state. Probably in the Southwest, actually.
Having been reminded of my own mortality by recent trips to the quacks, I wanted to be sure my will and other matters are neatly in order for my son. This stuff, I understand, is on file with the county…but damned if I know how to confirm whether that’s true.
Still nobody at Kimerer’s office; apparently his partners have scattered to the winds. So now, lhudly sing goddam, I’ve got to find a new estate lawyer (Mike had the advantage of being very talented in a number of legal fields…), have him or her check to be sure all that paperwork is done right, and that it’s filed where it’s supposed to be filed. And be sure my son knows how to find it…