Hello again people. I am now spending what is the rest of my morning tennis time writing. I got up in plenty of time to both write and hit a few balls over the net on the way to pray. This is not what I ended up doing.
Instead, I wandered into the office. I was looking for my father's revocable trust. I seem to have trusts on my mind. And lots of other things that need wrapping up. Among them is my father's trust's car, although the title still has his name on it.
The car was transferred to the trust, and this document was attached to the trust. The funny thing is I actually found that page. The rest, I have no idea.
The things some count as useful, I don't understand. There was a lot of my father still in that office when I last left less than six months ago. There was a folder of old work announcements and such. They are also gone. It was a glimple I had put aside, but apparently in the wrong place.
I'm left torn. There's a part of me that very much sees possibility in the actions I am taking. They are indeed given by a possibility. But then, they might just be given by a strong suit as well, or a "trying to prove something." And maybe I am, and maybe I should. And we never can know if it's "right" or not, but I suppose we can always choose it to be.
I'm going to pray now. I'll make some time to continue my thoughts later.