Happy Thorsday!
It is cold and rainy.
We went to the park, only two of us there, but once we were in the pavilion and out of the rain, it wasn’t so bad.
We went on the small dog side which is less muddy, but I was still covered in muddy pawprints by the time I left. Cerby kept using my legs as a springboard to go after the laser light. I was ready to knock the shit out of him. It really hurts and I am bruised.
I am so spoiled by my Pei. They do not absorb water. They may be wet on the surface, but they don’t get soaked through. Cerby does, and he kept shaking in the back seat of the truck. Even Echo growled at him and pushed her way up front.
I need to get an old towel to carry on rainy days.
Cerby is getting better, but it’s slow going. He hasn’t gone off on the mailman again. When he starts to bark, I tell him NO! and he has been listening a bit. He’ll turn and look at me and I tell him he was a good boy for letting us know somebody is coming, but it’s okay, now we know and he doesn’t need to bark anymore. I have to catch him quick, because he escalates into frenzy pretty fast.
He wants to please, which is so different from the Shar Pei fuck you attitude I’m used to. Yet, I think the Pei are easier to work with. They seem to be naturally well behaved, or maybe they are better tuned to me.
Most likely, they have me well trained to ignore their misbehavior.
My son is always yelling at me for spoiling them.
He doesn’t mind when I spoil him though, and let him get away with shit.
Like driving.
It’s been so cold out. Adam has been staying in for like 21 hours at a time. He curls up in his chair and doesn’t move. I once checked him to make sure he was still breathing. I thought about getting a litter box for him, but I know he won’t use it anyway. I just don’t know how he holds it for so long.
So much drama going on in the family.
My 5-hour marathon call was nothing compared to the next day when I talked to both nieces individually and combined, as well as Niece1’s soon to be ex-husband.
Yes, they are getting a divorce even though they both say they still love each other. I understand NIece1’s reason for leaving, but I think it is fixable. So far it is amicable, but Niece1 is now living with an old bf from hs, so I think that may change.
Niece2 is very upset about that because she thinks it is happening too soon and Niece1 is making a huge mistake. Niece2 is also upset because she has been holding a lot of stuff in and she couldn’t take it anymore. She started spilling everything to me, but since I had already heard it from Niece1, no secrets were revealed.
However, I did hear a bit about my mother’s other daughter and she is pushing my nieces to cut me and my son out of their lives. If they even mention us in front of her, she goes off on them. Both of them have told her she needs to deal with her own issues and leave them out of it.
But there is a little bit of shit going on between the two girls too. So, I got to hear all about that.
It’s like the freaking flood gates opened.
All this because Niece1 sent us forms for one of the accounts and didn’t send the account information. My son has to take a distribution by 12/31, so it needs to be done NOW.
It’s a good thing we had to call her, because the two of them had forgotten about it. Or at least forgot they had to take something out by 12/31.
How the hell you forget that much money is beyond me, but they got their forms done as well.
Niece2 has been slacking in keeping up with the Trust stuff. It was supposed to be done by the end of the year. The lawyer said get it done so you don’t have to go into another tax year. She is wrapped up in her ‘new’ life and is letting stuff go.
My mother’s other daughter still wants to buy the house for 2/3 the appraised value. I told my niece to get a realtor in and see what they would list if for. Then we can negotiate from there. She never got the property in Western MD appraised because her mother convinced her that appraisers are a waste of money. She thought we all could just agree on a price. The lawyer said, it doesn’t irk that way. It has to be appraised. I had sent her that information over a month ago.
My mother’s other daughter needs to keep her mouth shut. She was a realtor, she knows better. She is playing games and manipulating my niece.
I would not be surprised if she doesn’t buy the house under the guise of letting my niece live there, put a few thousand into the cosmetic repairs, kick my niece out for some trumped up reason, and sell the house at a huge profit.
I know what a greedy, petty, vindictive little c she can be.
I have to be careful though, because I need to let my nieces know she is playing them, but at the same time, she is their mother.
Then we have the annuity that was left to the trust. My nieces and I want to cash it in, my son will go with whatever I want, the other daughter wants to keep it as is. All five have to agree on how it is handled.
I realize now that I can’t keep burying my head in the sand and trust my niece to handle this. Time to put on the big girl panties and get ready to rumble. We are meeting at the lawyer’s office in January.
I think it might get ugly.
To add to the drama and annoyance around here. When my son took his shower before irk, he hollered down to me that the bathroom ceiling was leaking. He went up into the attic and found a spot near the chimney where water was getting in. He put down a tarp and a bucket to catch the drips. It’s a slow drip, so it should be good until morning. The rain is supposed to stop sometime in the middle of the night. I didn’t call anyone tonight, because I figure nobody is going to come out in the pouring rain and get up on the roof in the dark anyway.
Did I mention that Barky and Humpy are going back to the park?
No ease up on the drama there.
One good thing is, if they come and Lucy dad takes Ripple and Echo on the small dog side, I can irk one in one with Cerby. I have a few things I want to try, but I need the other two to stay out of the way.
I bought myself a massage table for Christmas. I can’t do the PT exercises on the bed, it’s too mushy. If I get on the floor, the dogs get in my face and tbh, I have a lot of trouble getting back up again. I think the table will irk.
I need to get serious about my health and knees.
I am sorry about Gibbs, {{{Bumba}}}
Only 70 tomorrow? Butters
I wish it were only 70 here.
I love black kitties Nettie, but this would be a long way to send them.
My son would kill me too.
Happy New Mattress Christening Swampy
Hot tubs are wonderful things. I want one, but I don’t know where I’d put it. The back porch is too small, and the deck would have to be modified to support the weight. A walk-in tub comes close, but still not quite the same.
I’m sorry about your mom, JtC.
I spend way too much time with electronics. I used to keep a TV on for background noise, but since I got rid of cable, that doesn’t happen anymore. I do fall asleep to youtube on my bedroom TV every night. I have certain videos that are good for making me sleepy.
I’m glad your daughter is okay Taters.
What a mess though.
I think MD requires everybody to carry Uninsured Motorist Insurance. Pisses me off that I have to pay for assholes who don’t follow the rules.
I still have to order groceries to pick up tomorrow. My son may have to irk overtime tomorrow, so we’ll have to get them early so he can go to bed. I have a PT session scheduled for tomorrow. I’m still sore from the last one. I have to call about the roof, so that may get cancelled depending on when somebody can get out here.
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