This piece of crap computer I have to use is pissing me off! I lost a whole post about today's meeting with the attorney about the estate. The tension wasn't grisly, but it will get worse. Sibling rivalry? Perhaps. Lady M egging someone on? Perhaps. I've never felt the sibling rivalry/malcontent that I get from my brother. It will get worse, I believe, when the account fro the estate starts filling with cash, but I'm basically being blamed, I fear, for things entirely out of my control, dating back to parental gifts. Essentially, I'm being disliked for reasons entirely out of my control, and it hurts.
Today's rumblings: we emptied my dad's safety deposit box, which we were told contained an uncashed insurance policy on Macbeth from the 1950s and my mom's wedding rings. Quelle surprise! There were also - forgotten by my dad over time - a similar policy for Randy, my dad's certificate of discharge from the armed service, and a certificate of deposit (matured) payable to me for around $7900 from 1997! I suspect it was the result of some dealings in the family business with my brothers and my dad's wish to keep things equal with me. Macbeth's comment to Randy during the meeting with the attorney: "He's already $7000 ahead!"
On a happier note, DR MissKaren, I have two festive pairs of Christmas boxers for our Boo-key to regale the holiday throngs.