We've agreed to let Andrea stay with us this summer - we will see if it's a good fit and still a necessity in the fall. I hope she is serious about getting back on the right track and isn't just playing us. If she is serious, I think we will be a big help as a halfway house of sorts. If she is just telling us what she thinks we want to hear without intention of making changes, then she won't last the summer with us. No three-strike rule with us - it's a one-and-you're-done rule here.
Uncle Gene dropped by yesterday for a visit. He's in town to visit mostly his sister but also his siblings-in-law. He said Sister Helen is slowing down, confined to a wheelchair and suffering memory loss. She was always such an independent and vitalized woman, it's sad to hear of her deterioration. She's 86, I believe - maybe a year or two older. Old enough for everyone to agree she lived a long and fruitful life.
This has been a Piper Shae week-end - I've had Piper since Friday evening and she won't be picked up till late tonight. What a charmer she is! I was hoping to take her to the pool today but decided the water would be too cold (the in-law's haven't turned on the heater to the pool.) Maybe next time she stays and plays.
Working my way through the trust, though I have so much further to go. This week I HAVE to find someone who does signature guarantees so I can get the Oppenheimer account reregistered. And I have to make an appointment with an attorney so I can get the personal rep appointment handled. The house isn't selling, no one is even looking at it, and Dan is out in two weeks. George has been told he needs to go, too. Once the house is empty, I'm going to have to take on the added responsiblity of caring for it and paying the utilities. Like I don't have enough to do. No one is going to help me - and the house isn't going to sell for a long time. I could be making trips out there for years. The guys need to pay for a nice vacation for me when all is said and done; I deserve one!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
It's been awhile since my last blog. Lots to report so sit back and soak it all in!
George's wedding is off. He found sext messages between Breezy and a friend in his Pirate Band. He is very angry - however, he is incapable of taking control of his life and making whatever changes need to be made to help him resolve his anger. Breezy is still living at the house, George (and Breezy) are still touring with the Pirates... nothing like playing the martyr!
I've gone through a lot of training at work and am now processing from two queues and writing emails. On top of letters. With more training to come. Guess the training will help me hold on to my job but.... my brain is pretty much at it's maximum capacity. Work is work, nothing fun left about it.
Charlie and Tom both finally officially resigned as trustee so I am dealing with the whole trust. Figures, I have a job and now have to be trustee while the other two don't have jobs and refuse to be trustee. I've got things going but I have a feeling I'm going to have to drain the checking account to repay Charlie for covering last year's property tax and Dan's out-of-pocket to clean up the mess of a house, I'll have to visit an attorney to make sure there's nothing else I need to do with regard to taking over trusteeship and deal with getting appointed executor for the non-trust items (again, Charlie then Tom are suppose to be executor but neither have done anything to do so), and pay a CPA to file all the late taxes and pay any tax and penalties. And get the dang house sold. Lots to do.
Dan is leaving at the end of the month. We have to have George out of the house, too, because he and Breezy are incapable of maintaining the house so we can show it. Which means I will have to start making runs over there to ensure all is well, start paying the utility bills, get the lawn cut and bail out the basement every time it rains. More work for me. But of course no one will see that - all they will see is me kicking George out of the house and stalling on dissolving the trust and sending out checks.
Can life get any better? I think not.
George's wedding is off. He found sext messages between Breezy and a friend in his Pirate Band. He is very angry - however, he is incapable of taking control of his life and making whatever changes need to be made to help him resolve his anger. Breezy is still living at the house, George (and Breezy) are still touring with the Pirates... nothing like playing the martyr!
I've gone through a lot of training at work and am now processing from two queues and writing emails. On top of letters. With more training to come. Guess the training will help me hold on to my job but.... my brain is pretty much at it's maximum capacity. Work is work, nothing fun left about it.
Charlie and Tom both finally officially resigned as trustee so I am dealing with the whole trust. Figures, I have a job and now have to be trustee while the other two don't have jobs and refuse to be trustee. I've got things going but I have a feeling I'm going to have to drain the checking account to repay Charlie for covering last year's property tax and Dan's out-of-pocket to clean up the mess of a house, I'll have to visit an attorney to make sure there's nothing else I need to do with regard to taking over trusteeship and deal with getting appointed executor for the non-trust items (again, Charlie then Tom are suppose to be executor but neither have done anything to do so), and pay a CPA to file all the late taxes and pay any tax and penalties. And get the dang house sold. Lots to do.
Dan is leaving at the end of the month. We have to have George out of the house, too, because he and Breezy are incapable of maintaining the house so we can show it. Which means I will have to start making runs over there to ensure all is well, start paying the utility bills, get the lawn cut and bail out the basement every time it rains. More work for me. But of course no one will see that - all they will see is me kicking George out of the house and stalling on dissolving the trust and sending out checks.
Can life get any better? I think not.
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