The morning was already old when I became a part of it. Rising at 9, enduring a bleak breakfast I set about the day's business. Hurrying to the bank, I almost ran over a motorist. He had stopped at the red light. I almost didn't. Well anyhow, having Mini with me navigating is a relief. It's good to have a bit of love around you when road rage can creep upon you unawares.
The reason. We have spare cash at hand and we will need to save. Once the new deck hand joins us, we'll need all the pieces of eight we can get our hands on. So that's why early Saturday morning saw us at the bank.
Opening a joint account is double the pain of opening one for yourself. Twice the number of forms to fill, twice the number of mistakes to make. We did it though. Well not the entire process surely: we'll have to go back when we are here next week and get it all sorted out.
Tomorrow we're driving back to work accommodations. The vacations over. My grandfather is receding into nothingness. When I came here ten days ago, he was already gone. But it didn't feel that way. I could see him still, in his ice box, - 9 degree centigrade. Now, well now he's only in our heads. Slowly unravelling neurons and decaying synapses. I bet I wouldn't ever forget how but all will surely fade.
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