The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

ho boy

You know those days when before you';re barely awake you can tell things aren't going to go well?

This is apparently one of mine.  last November when my adoptive father died i sat my brother down and gave him a list of what needed to be done.  Insurance companies to contact, brokers to notify, property to liquidate, etc.

Yesterday I got a letter from an insurance company asking me to call them regarding Dad's estate.  (sigh)

Today I called first thing. My diligence was rewarded with a snippy bitchy woman on the other line who apparently had to write everything down as opposed to using a computer.  She asked "What was your relation to Mr. H****?"  "He was my father, I said."  "So, you're his son?"

"Yes, it stands to reason that if he was my father, I was his son."  We stopped getting along after that.

I referred her to the attorneys handling the estate.

Then my excessive sense of duty took over and prompted me to send the letter to the executor.  I am fully prepared at this time to throw my printer out the fucking window.

Had I the choice I'd cancel the damn day and go back to bed.  I do not feel like playing well with others today.
And so it goes:



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