It's 6:30pm. It was warm and sunny out today. I was sore when I woke up. I've been using muscles I haven't had cause to use in ages with all this climbing, bending, carrying, lifting, etc. The cat was cute. She came up and sat on my chest awhile, purring, then got down and lay next to me for a nap. I got up but wasn't in the mood to eat. I need to eat something else, of that I'm sure.
I feel like I got little accomplished but I got my brother's old dresser cleaned out and my grand mother's old chest of drawers emptied as well. I got *something* done, though not much. A statement came in the mail confirming the insurance paid off that one account but it also showed the payment I had made was credited back along with the interest charged since Mother passed! So I have to wait until Monday to find out how to get that money out of the account because, of course, they only work Monday-Friday and go home at 2pm Pacific!
The neighbor just about begged me to come over this evening. He's got his grandson and complained about how picky he is as an eater. I feel bad for him. I'll go over in about an hour or so. No problem. I could use the down time.
It's almost 11:30pm. Went next door. That was ok. The grandson spent most of the time playing poker online while I watched some TV with the neighbor and his wife. Also a stroke victim, on some of the same meds, she has the same poor concept of time that Father had. She can't tell if it's daytime or night. If the grandson turns out to be gay, I won't be surprised. He's always seemed feminine and I swear I saw him do a pirouette coming through the house. Of course, having known Vegas 14 years and not really considered for a moment he could be gay and he now has a boyfriend and is 'out' suggests I haven't any gaydar that is of much use.
Brother phoned. I had given him a ring just to see when he's coming over this weekend. He says it'll be Sunday. Let's hope he makes it this time. We need to discuss many things and get some kind of organization going, some movement forward. I'm actually percieving an 'end' to the trashing/shredding process maybe in one more week. Then I can start measuring, cutting, painting and installing floor moulding. Well, not quite. I need to empty this room and my bedroom and rip up the existing flooring. I haven't heard back from the SIL on carpet installation quotes. Some moments I feel "fuxored" by this situation. Because, really, it has been resting on my shoulders. Cleaning? Me. Sorting the house contents? Me. Dealing with estate accounts? Me. Paying the bills? Me. Carpetry? Me. This will be the first day my brother's been here working on something in probably over a month. This is why when the SIL said we just must use the realtor they've been working with, I'm thinking... uh... maybe not so fast! We need to set milestones and 'drop dead' periods. If that larger policy is paid off, I'll have means to hire labor. If not, it's basically down to, "What can I get accomplished," and that's about it. I've felt pretty serene today. Must be the extra sleep I forced myself to take.
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