9:40pm January 16, 2015

AnneC.

You get my computers, and my laptop, if I die.   Not that I’m planning on it soon, butyou’re the only person i’d trust to understand what’s in the computer.  

Go through my Evernote folders in particular.  There’s a lot in there that hasn’t been published, or that’s sat in half-finished form, or is just a title without any text.  Do anything you want with it.  Use it as writing prompts (you can credit me with partial credit if you want).  Publish it online if you think it’s a good idea, or Lulu it, or do whatever you want.  Publish it as a collaboration, I’d be honored.  

But whatever happens, AnneC gets my computers – and paper stuff of the same ilk, in fact all my loose papers, papers in general, go the same way – Anne.  She’ll know what to do with them.  She also gets all my art of any kind.  (Just be aware that the one painting of a woman under the moon with a blue background, is by Donna Williams, not by me.  I don’t know why people mistake her paintnings for mine, other than that we both paint from sensing, but who knows

I need to write a will, really. I have a living wil but that’s not the same. I’m thinking about all this because of what my dad left for me.  There are other very specific things I want to leave people.  I’m not trying to be morbid though.  Just practical.  And I would love to do for other people what my father did for me – send me such the right thing that it’s almost magical.

Of course what would be even more magical would be for Anne and me to be 80 years old and reminiscing over all the wonderful times we had, and all the bad, and how wonderful it is to be alive when at times we never t

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