You know, when it rains, it pours. After all that has happened lately, and especially since I spent over an hr at the dentist today being fitted for an appliance (aka having a woodworking clamp shoved over your face while a madman pumps caulking paste into your mouth), I thought I'd take myself out to lunch and read. Alone. I had my foccaccia, my feta salad, my pinot grigio ... and then my cell ph rang. It was my cousin in NYC. I've posted about her b4. I flew up there last yr, and the yr b4 to help her out. She refuses to go into a nursing home. She is addicted to painkillers ... Oxycontin, Oxycodone, Fiorocet, you name it. She has a broken tailbone that never healed, and she broke her hip last spring and she signed herself out of the rehab ctr b4 she had finished with-therapy. Then she complained about the pain. And not being able to walk unassisted. Grr. She calls, breathless, in tears, telling me how much she loves easy child, and be sure to tell her she loves her, and that there is $ in the will for me ... you can see where this is going. She said she was checking into the hospital and didn't know if she would survive if they did surgery because she was so frail. A friend was taking her in. The friend got on the phone and said, "She's a little confused. She's out of painkillers. She took them too fast." (No, really? What a shocker. ) "I'm going to the hospital to p/u her prescription, to see if I can get it one day early. She's not going to the hospital." Cousin calls me back 4 X. Ea time is a repeat, except that I finally tell her thank you for the $ in your will, but you don't have a will. It was your husband's. You are intestate. The "will" you hand wrote will go to probate, and the state of NY will get half of everything." "What?" I've told her that b4. She didn't get it. "Do you want me to fly up and help you with-a lawyer? I can help you create a real will, if you're serious about leaving me something." "Well, I have to be a big girl. I am old and fragile and I have to do this. My tax man says I don't need a will if no one contests it." Aaaargh. It still goes to probate. Anyway, I wasn't going to finish my wine, I only needed a sip. But by the time I had spoken to her (how many times?), I had finished the whole thing. Don't be surprised is she gets the whole scrip filled and takes it all at once. She has been in a great deal of pain and may just do something drastic. It wouldn't surprise me. Detach, detach, detach.