On Sunday after the breakfast and the auction, my siblings threw the rest of the family out so we could have a family meeting. The meeting was about Dad’s estate. It seems Dad didn’t take Sister Executor’s advice to die with 35¢ in his pocket, although I think he could have gone for $7 myself. And apparently she didn’t take my advice to cremate all the monetary instruments with Dad.
And so there will be some money coming. And the meeting was about me because I am a very bad money manager. My mental health issues sometimes get in the way when I see something and go “OOOOhhh, shiny!!” I acknowledge this. Some of my readers know the other side of this coin. And so they wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t be out on the street, and that I would have money for wheelchairs and scooters if I needed them. Gee, most of them don’t talk to me, but I guess they talk about me. I could resent it, but this is the most concern most of them have showed for me for the last 20 years.
So, Mrs. Precisely is going to set up co-owned accounts so that I will have money for wheelchairs, new dogs, etc. And that’s OK with me. The woman is a saint, I tell you. She acts as go-between for me and some of the other folks who’s heads I would like to smash occasionally. She goes for pedicures with my other sisters so I don’t have to.
I may even get some money to play with. That would be nice. But we don’t know how much there is yet. Although, unlike Daisy Fae’s mom, my sister was co-owner on my Dad’s accounts. But she was chosen because she is a saint and we know it will be Precisely right. Oh, and Daisy Fae, she and her husband were both engineers before they retired.
Part of my tasking when I got home was to figure some things out. We had thought about getting pet health insurance for Friday, but for what it would cost for an 11 year old dog, I could buy a lot of vet care. So we will put money away for that. I got Dad’s wheelchair checked out, and it will probably die sooner rather than later. But at least Scooterman is honest, and told me it wasn’t worth repairing at this point. And pointed me to a place where they sell refurbished wheelchairs and power chairs.
It’s not surprising that what with all that’s gone on this month, I’ve been under the weather for a couple of days. I hope to get back to my blog reading soon. But now, I thinks it’s time for one more trip outside for Friday, and then to bed.