Good morning, all! Jo amd I were out of the house early to run errands, and we had a good time: the bank, the market, Goodwill to inquire about their taking the contents of Dad's house, and a trip to Dad's house to look for his naval uniform, which we found in the attic. During a look around to remove some property, we found behind a group of old postage stamps the famous check for the loan my father made to the family business: $72,000! Lady M claimed we'd never prove it existed, I believed she'd destroyed it while my dad was staying at the Macbeths', and I doubt M himself ever thought it would show up. Randy, Jo, and I had looked for months, and two days after settling the debt over the Macbeths' protests, I now have in my possession the proof. Since this matter is now officially signed and sealed, I can do nothing at this point but hold onto it and wait for my chance to throw it back in their faces.
It's a curious document, dated July 1 2001, endorsed by Lady M, and my dad was figuring on the back of the canceled check just how much interest the Macbeths would owe him. In the memo line next to the signature, Dad had written "loaned @ 6%." Jo and I believe somehow my dad Bill Ed himself was guiding us today. We sure miss him.
So, tonight I have dinner with my cousin Jennifer and her mother, my wonderful Aunt Ginny, and some musical work starting here starting now.
TOD: Can't think of a thing. Maybe later.
