javacat

Hello, hello, in case anyone is reading this. I have not been over here in *ages* and now I am quickly reminded of how much I have enjoyed reading the intelligent and interesting things that the folks on my reading list and following list have written over the years.  I am here looking for something in particular, and hope that I have found it, on this quick segue from paying bills etc.


What I'm up to:  my mother died last year, I might have written about that already. She was almost 97, so, not a surprise. I still have some things I need to take care of as executor of her estate.  Lucky for all of us four kids, the parents were able to leave some money to us.  My sister in Mexico has already spent all of hers and it's looking like I am going to have to loan her $10K because, no really, you won't believe this: she doesn't have title to her property in Mexico, after all these years and the cumulative hundreds of thousands of dollars that she's sunk into the place. She wants to sell it but she has to have clear title first.  My eyes are on the floor from rolling.  Okay, that's my sister-venting for the day! 

Merry Christmas,  HAPPY SOLSTICE!! I'm so thrilled that we will start getting sun back soon. YAY!  Best regards, javacat

Something my oldest sister said during Easter dinner surfaced in my mind today.  I said something about living in the Berkeley Hills with Roy, and said to the boys (the nephews), "I don't know if you remember Roy or not .." -- she piped in immediately, "*I* remember him.  He decimated my jazz collection." 

WTF? First, I'm certain that he did not. She has a history of false accusations that I don't feel like getting into, but I know he would never do that. 

SERIOUSLY.  We cannot get through one single event without her being some sort of a bitch.  EVER. 

Oh my lovely family.

Dear brother,
We have spoken on the phone 5 or 6 times in the last month, starting as soon as I heard that you were planning to drive to SF from Penna. for our mother's 95th birthday. I pointedly, clearly, specifically asked you each time to let me know your exact plans, because I have been wanting to go away for the 2nd week of Nov. for 2  years. This year is especially provident for such a trip, since our sister is staying at my house until Nov. 16, and she could cat-and-housesit.  You waffled a little on dates, but last we talked, you said you'd be here Nov. 5.

On Nov. 2, I found out from my sister, who found out from our mother, that you are not coming to Calif. after all. THANKS FOR THE PHONE CALL, DUDE.
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Dear sister,
I know Nov. in the Bay Area is cold compared to the surfing and fishing village you live in south of the Tropic of Cancer.  But I really do not appreciate coming home from an evening play to find you walking around in a nightgown with bare feet, your bedroom French door open, living room windows open, main thermostat cranked up to 74 F, and the heater in the bathroom running -- with the bathroom French door also open, It isn't that hard to close doors and windows when it gets cold outside, and to dress appropriately. That means socks and shoes or slippers.  Pants. Long sleeved shirts. Here's a thought: sweaters! Also, remember when you asserted at a cocktail party that you are an environmentalist, I laughed, and you were offended?  FYI, this behavior is not even remotely environmentally conscious.
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Dear brother and sister,
Screw it, I found a deal.  I'M LEAVING FOR HAWAII ON SUNDAY!! 
Love,  your sister.
PS Dear sister, Try to not triple the elec and gas usage the week that I'm gone, okay? I give up on pointing out that it isn't, in fact, about the cost of it.