Bits and pieces before I walk the dog

We're getting estimates on the roof and the painting. The brothers-in-law are making sure I don't space out on basic maintenance of the house as it is my ace in the hole. So John came down and held my hand while I called people.

Frank got his ballot and voted and mailed it back in in a hurry because he was worried about missing his deadline.

I've met with my favorite lawyer and started getting the house out of the joint tenancy and into a revocable living trust. After some discussion I have decided to make them both trustees even though what will happen is Emma will make decisions and Frank will agree to them and take too long in signing papers. I'm having the lawyer write in language that includes any future spouses and children, so if I lag in updating things it will still be easy to administer.

I went to a Bat Mitzvah on Saturday. The intention was then to spen the night with my old friend Lizzie but I freaked out and had to come home and hole up. This was the second time I've left town since Ted died and I was not ready to spend the night away from home.

The Bat Mitzvah will get its separate entry in a bit, because it was really interesting. But I do have to say that Bat Mitzvah, couple with the stuff I'm doing now for my kids,certainly strengthens my opinion about Proposition 8 (not that it needed strengthening). The Bat Mitzvah girl is the child of a lesbian couple, and in order to do the things I am doing now, her mothers have to go through many extra hoops. And they shouldn't have to.

Off to walk the dog.