Paperwork

I don't much like paperwork. Probably not too many people do, I suppose. I'm the pesident of that club.

I've been putting this off and putting this off--"this" being my brother's estate. You know the kind  of work you really, really don't want to do--like every day you say to yourself, "I promise, tomorrow." And that goes on for like, what, 6 months? It's tearing me up. 

I can finally say that I'm beginning to feel better about two great losses in our family. Barely a year apart, my mother left us in October of 2009 and my brother in December of 2010. I truly think he missed her and was quite lonely. I do know, for certain, that he was ready to move on from this life.

So, back to this paperwork. Whoever knew being an executor was such a royal pain in the arse? I had no idea. I suppose after you run through the hoops of being appointed through the courts, it's a pretty simple process. Kinda basic accounting. But, when it's your loved one's paperwork, it brings up all of those memories you're trying to forget. I just want it all to be behind me. Period. But, by my putting off the paperwork, it is only prolonging my full recovery. Right? Silly, I know.

Well, I'm happy to say that today I AM finally facing all that paperwork; and I am working on getting it done. Yesterday was his birthday, so I made a promise last night.

I know I can do this.

PS Happy Mardi Gras, y'all!

Mr. David Allan Coe

I bought tickets to see David Allan Coe back in early December when they first went on sale. I was still on my outlaw-country-high from my brother Jim being here at Thanksgiving. I had been to Marathon Music Works to see Wanda Jackson on their opening night a couple of months back; and it's a fun, new venue. I really didn't know what to expect from Mr. Coe.

The hub was my escort for the evening.  He's not a country music fan by any means; but he didn't seem to mind the folksy Americana played by Johnny Corndawg. I don't know who the feller in the plaid shirt is; Johnny called him up on stage to do a song or two.

Everyone was a'hootin' and a hollerin' when DAC took the stage. Honestly, I didn't know what the guy would look like. I was not, however, expecting a three-foot blond, dreadlock wig. Humm. The beaded, braided beard somehow worked with him, but the wig? Not so much.

Of course, the man has passed his prime, seen his heyday and probably is a mere shell of what he was. But just to go and see him and hear some of his songs live was priceless.

This picture kind of catured the essence of the man that was. A big ol' tour bus parked behind a whole lotta hog. 

Gotta love it.