Talked to my brother this evening. We're set to meet the lawyer tomorrow afternoon. The car should be ready on Thursday and we're to meet the realtor on Monday.
I asked my brother if he knew why the small insurance policy claim form cover letter thinks it's been assigned to a funeral home. He has no clue and there's not a letter of hint in the policy or later papers I have when beneficiaries were changed from Father and Mother's mother. I'll phone in the morning and enquire how to proceed since costs have been paid already. Weird. And they're cheap bastards: no postage paid envelope! It's worse since these companies want you to send back the claim forms and original policies. If you've seen one, you know insurance policies can run a dozen and many more pages!
I'm scanning in the claim forms and policies now so I have copies. So much for an early night but I had a bit of a nap earlier in the evening when I was in the dumps. I finally got that soup finished. I'll be glad to have a regular appetite again. I've been taking vitamins; I'll want to get some in March. What I want and what will happen may not be on the same page. Tomorrow could be a monumental day. I only hope it goes well.
Later: Almost 11pm local. Got ebay stuff packed up; copies of insurance stuff are scanned. Rain is going good. Kitty is on Mother's bed again tonight. Later still: Headache. Pondering money affairs and poor mail service. Is it worse to have no monetary hope or resources that can't be tapped? The first is almost comforting in its inevitability while the last is utter frustration. Guess which camp I'm in?
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