Was that in her will? If it is, you can probably get the courts in on it for failure to execute or something like that. (NB: I am most **DEFINITELY **Not A Lawyer. You may want to talk to one.) If it’s not in her will, he can do anything he wants with the jewelry, including selling it.
I hope he sends it to you. 
I don’t know if she left a will or not. I know she left written instructions that she wanted to be cremated and my father ignored those wishes and buried her instead. He did so because a rabbit told him cremation isn’t Jewish practice. Which still angers me as she was barely observant. She was raised by her orthodox Jewish grandparents and utterly rejected orthodoxy as a result because she felt it is sexist and silly. Dad and I got into a huge fight because he said my mom was just ignorant about her own religion even though she was raised by observant relatives and he didn’t even have a bar mitvah.
:rolleyes:
He’s just being a jerk. My mom loved my eldest daughter very much. She spoiled and petted her, hung on her every word and treated my darling girl as if she were the most important person on the planet. It was sweet and it made me really happy to watch. Everyone should have someone who loves them like that. Someone who doesn’t have to tell them to do their homework or stop picking on a sibling or go to bed when they’re not tired. I don’t think it too much to ask my dad to let his granddaughter have something of hers to remind her of the granny who completely adored her.
Bolding mine.
Don’t listen to those rabbits, all they know how to do is eat lettuce and make jelly beans. 
Madame Pepperwinkle makes little clay figures of fairies, dragons, gargoyles, cats, etc., etc., etc. She does them very well, and we sell them at SF/Fantasy conventions and a few other events. This weekend was a local two-day event, and we did fairly well considering her surgery has prevented her from making anything new. My pit is with the people who, at the end of the day when we’re tired and warm and just wanting to get it packed up and away, walk up while we’re packing and engage Madame Pepperwinkle in banter. It’d be different if they actually bought something, but we’ve been doing this for 20 years, and there’s only be once or twice something has sold while we’re packing up. The rest of the time they’re standing in front of the table keeping us from getting the hell out of Dodge. (I say we, Madame Pepperwinkle’s physical infirmities mean that I’m doing all the actual work.) They can see we’re taking off the tablecovers and packing the stuff into their boxes and bins; they aren’t planning on buying; what are these people thinking? Or, ARE these people thinking?
I would much rather have rabbits than my dad’s rabbi. The slimeball yelled at me the night before my mom died. I called him up to tell him to stop telling my dad to disobey mom’s expressed wishes. He basically told me I am not a good Jew I married a non-Jew. To this day he essentially tells my idiot brother that all he needs to be is a Jew and he shouldn’t worry too much about anything else.
Ugh. I hate religious nuts who think it’s okay to be a lazy bum just as long as you adhere to their ideology. An able bodied man like my brother should be self supporting.
There is a person in a group I often join for board games who does that. All. The. Time. She’s usually late, and she usually needs to talk with the people in whose store we meet: she never does it when she arrives (she’s late anyway, and has to wait until a game finishes before she can join another one), but when we’re already being kicked out. There have been times it’s been over two hours between “ok, folks, time to start thinking of leaving” and the group actually heading to the restaurant - it’s the main reason I don’t stay for dinner, that by the time we get there… by the time she realizes that (once again) her son is not coming to join us despite having said he would… by the time food comes out… I’m already dizzy and anxious from I-Need-To-Eat-Now (actually, I should have eaten about three hours prior :smack:).
Hmmm…what would happen if she asked your dad for Grammy’s jewelry to remember her by (or at least one specific piece)? She could lay it on thick and recount all their wonderful times together. Could he really resist that? Even after the tears started?
Or: even if there’s no written will, that doesn’t stop a letter from a lawyer friend warning of dire consequences if he doesn’t abide by the deceased’s expressed wishes. I’ve gotten a lot of milage out of The Dreaded Lawyer Letter (even when I’ve had to make up my own letterhead).
It’s restaurateur, not restauranteur, dammit!
This is one of the GOOD things about having Type II Diabetes. I can lie with impunity about how I’m not really being rude by eating NOW because, you know, “blood sugar”. Now that being said, the need to consume food right fucking now does come up several times a year, and it gets really physically and mentally unpleasant when I can’t do so for whatever reason. It was the sole accomodation I asked for on my last job. “Sometimes I need food immediately and when that happens, I’m putting the customer on hold and going to get some. No one is going to discipline me for this, got it?”
But OH GOD YES, I would use it as an excuse to cut out early on a group of people and/or order and eat my food before they were ready to in a heartbeat if I didn’t like their stalling. And OH FUCK YES, I would be happy to guilt the living fuck out of whoever decided to whine about how I was the one being rude by not putting up with their shit.
I tried getting the daughter to talk to grandpa. He out sob-storied her by essentially begging her to come to his house and implying that only mommy was stopping her from seeing her adoring grandpa. The lawyer’s not a bad idea. I have a lawyer friend would probably do me a favor.
A couple of days ago, the mothers and kittens room got put in quarantine. We had a big event that day and the only sign of quarantine was a “DO NOT ENTER” sign on the door. I thought it might be just because eight jillion people were going to be in and out and they didn’t want them all clogging up the kitten room, but wondered if someone might be sick. Yesterday, I found out it was indeed calici. I don’t know a lot about calici, but I know it’s bad. I didn’t have a chance to talk to anyone who worked in there, so I was getting information secondhand and heard that someone was put down. We have like 350 cats, so people don’t generally know cats who aren’t in their area, so nobody could tell me who.
Anyway, I learned today that it was my favorite sweet mama and two of her three eight-week-old kittens. She was a really sweet, young cat and a really good mother- I believe two of her three kids were orphans she adopted. She was really a gorgeous calico, too. I had been hoping it was one of the ones I didn’t really know.
Here’s hoping it doesn’t spread to any of the other cat areas. Some of the cats in the area where I normally work went over there for the day about a week and a half ago when they were doing some work on the room, but they were in carriers the whole time.
I played the ketchup game at lunch again.
“Can I have ten ketchups?”
::gives me three::
“Can I now have seven more ketchups?”
::two more::
“I now need five ketchups.”
::three more::
“Aaaand two more, and we’re done.”
::two more::
“Thanks!”
Aww, that’s heartbreaking, Dorothy.
I don’t think I could ever work or volunteer at a place where animals are put down.
Morbo, I’m curious; was that at Wendy’s by any chance? They seem to be the ketchup nazis around where I live.
Mine is more of a whine than a rant: I have a sinus infection. Bleargh!
As a matter of fact, it was.
We have a neighbor who feeds the stray cats but gives them minimal vet care and does not get them stayed or neutered. The other day my husband came home practically sobbing because a little tiny kitten came to him as he was walking past her house. The kitten jumped in his arms. It had some sort of terrible eye infection. He brought me over and showed it to me. I knocked on the neighbor’s door and she said she might have some meds that could help but admitted the mother cat wasn’t fixed and was having litters.
ARGH!
Does anyone know of an organization that might help fix the kitten factories around here?
I’d like to pit the bee that somehow made its way into my apartment’s bathroom and decided to spend the night hanging out on my towel. Nothing like getting stung when you’re drying off from a shower at 6AM!
ENOUGH ALREADY!!!
You have been working on this bridge for years. YEARS!! Its not the golden gate. Its bridge over the wash on Vanowen in the valley. Its the length of a standard intersection. You could have torn it out and rebuilt it a couple of times by now.
Just the thought of that has my heart racing. And on that note, I pit my fear of flying stinging insects. It is really embarrassing to me. The other day, and old bee that was dying flew by my desk at the warehouse where I work sometimes. I got up and walked away while trying to work up the courage to kill the elderly bee. Even though it could barely fly, I couldn’t get close enough to stomp on it without panicking. I had to wait for a friend to get of the phone to kill it for me. I was worked up enough that my heart rate was elevated when it went to the doctors office three hours later. Can I stop being such a nutjob?
I also put the comment section of a series of articles Yahoo did from the point of view of people who had/have student loans. Here is a link to one of the less whine-y ones. I understand that people are frustrated with the amount of people who complain about debt that the freely entered into. I get frustrated with myself when I complain about my debt. But the level of vitriol these people spew is absurd. Many of these people explain how they just dealt with all their debt by taking extra jobs and working extra hours with the implication that you a lazy if you don’t. I wish I could explain to them and make them understand that not everyone even has the opportunity to take on extra jobs or have jobs where extra hours mean extra money. Not everyone has the same opportunities and not everyone is suited for engineering, medicine, law or whatever other high paying degree there is.
However, I know that no amount of explanations or arguments will convince these people of anything. Why am I reading the comments anyway?
SurrenderDorothy I am sad and worried for you. A friend of mine who worked for a different rescue group when through that. It was really bad and hit the kittens hardest. I hope your shelter has a better outcome.
EmilyG we do this out of love. We don’t like to have animals put down and we often cry when it happens. The thing that keeps most of us going is that we are able to save many more than we lose.
I just checked your profile, and it only gave a state. Can you be a little more specific location? You can PM me if you don’t feel comfortable posting it here.
However, failing me finding anything for you, I’d suggest you start by calling the local Humane Society and asking them for help. They might not be able to help you, but they might be able to give you suggestions and phone numbers for the local rescue groups.
Depending on your relationship with the neighbor, you could also call Animal Control and report her. This will probably have a bad outcome for the sick cats, but if the eyes are swollen and covered with so much goo that their eyelids are trying to stick shut, being put down humanely instead of dying hungry and in pain outside, while infecting other cats might not be such a bad thing afterall.
I don’t know what the laws are like in your neck of the woods, but in Arizona cats that entered your yard were fair game. If she was my neighbor, her cats would have found my feeding station and I would have started trapping them and taking them to the vet to have euthed, fixed and adopted out or fixed and returned. I would have left her one kitten and one adult cat, and then every time she got another kitten or cat, I would have had it fixed and adopted out. She always got very sweet teenager cats who loved attention and were obviously housecats and would put them outside. Ticked me off, it did.
That was how I handled my neighbor. The trick is that I had resources that you don’t. That’s why my first suggestion is that you call the human society. They know of groups who might help you, and if those groups can’t, they might know people who can.
There are a lot of us out there. It might take some phone work to find help, but help is out there.