So Is This Where I Scream?

So Brother didn't show up this morning. I called. He was still sleeping. The niece is sick, the infant is having trouble keeping down his formula. The SIL whined about not getting enough sleep. Boo-hoo, this is the joys of motherhood! So he called me at noon, said he knew he was running late but thought clock change was tonight when it was this morning. Then he's like what are we going to do and I'm like depends on what kind of time you have. And so he just wants to putter around in the garage and take me to get groceries. Wow. So he talked to a guy about scraping the "popcorn/cottage cheese" texture off the ceiling and he'll do it $300/room. That'll be two thousand but he can do it all in one or two days. So Brother's like for that kind of money I'd just leave it alone or do it myself and I'm like I don't mind paying it's having the funds and so I ask it depends on what kind of money you have to invest in the project and he's like "I got nothing." Nice. I'm not only managing the estate's affairs, I am the estates temporary bankroll plus trying to keep my own self from drowning plus doing the clean up and handiwork. GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!

So he did show up just after 1pm. We went out and I deposited a check for the estate and then got the money back for the stuff Vegas made me reimburse him for. Of course I gave him $20 and only got the $18-and-change so he still won out. Fine, water under the bridge. We then did the grocery thing. Another $100 worth a food should keep me going for two or three weeks. I wish Mother were here. The grocery shopping is the most morbid of all the things I've been doing because she was always doing the shopping and I was along to fetch items, pack the car, etc. I *hate* shopping for myself, especially in "our" favorite grocery store. I got in and got out as quickly as reasonable. She and I could take an hour grazing, trying to decide if we wanted to try something new, etc. This is just fucked.

So brother had diarrhea today. Eventually I had to fetch a change of jeans from the car. He's been here at the house, at the home improvement, and at least twice more at the house too. I cleaned the toilet after he left. He did get some things cleared in the garage: his old car parts. He actually still hasn't emptied the trunk of the car since last weekend so he couldn't take more things with him. He says he'll come Tuesday for a short time. I might try to take care of that business myself and wave him off. We did talk about the fiscal burden. He says if the insurance doesn't pay than to sell the car for money. Makes sense. I think I might consider "lying" to him if they do happen to pay out and just say I have made the money which is going to pay for mortgage or other things. Better to make him sweat than to put everything on me thinking I'm made of money. He says I should not expect the truck will be working in time for it to be used at all during this process. I say he should sell truck!

I am going to declare an 'end' to the paper sorting. I think all I have now is to go back and do shredding of items set aside for that. We found our original sets of Star Wars figures in the garage. They were in a garbage bag, still in their "Vader" cases and hidden under a shelving unit. It was definitely a surprise! We believed they had been thrown out or given away more than 10 years ago after I left for uni. It was a cool surprise though. Really it's the only thing "exciting" found. I don't know why I took it that way. He was very understated. I asked what was in the bag and he said, "You're going to be surprised." I was! Mother had denied throwing them out or getting rid of them. Seems Mother was not untruthful! In my teen and early adult years I was always skeptical but I'm paranoid, as Father said and he would know from crazy! HA! Leon returns from Tokyo! That is good, one more person to chat with. I still have missed chatting with the Duckie though.

Ok, it's nearing 11pm. I'm feeling tired but maybe because I'm due food or maybe just because I'm tired. I can't tell any more. I want to get up early tomorrow and attempt to get jury duty done and over with. That means awake at 5am probably and walking to the bus stop hoping I don't get mugged or ran over in the dark. Fun! Went to the neighbors this evening. We watched a couple episodes of Cold Case which I haven't seen in many months if I saw it at all this season; it's not a bad show it's just not one I remembered was on TV. I seemed to be the only one able to follow the twists but between the stroke patient and her husband always up doing errands for his wife, I guess I didn't have a lot of competition on the attention meter. She asked if I'd heard from Mother yet and I said not lately. She thinks Mother is traveling. What a cruel thing life can be. Ugh, I'm hungry again but I had two hot dogs and a blueberry muffin today and that's all. Maybe I'll do yogurt tonight and cereal in the morning. I'll need to take a few things from my wallet if I'm going on public transit.

Need to think of new ways to raise funds for the coming months. Good night! Must remember to put out bins tomorrow evening (rain is possible--again!!) and change cat box.