On our last show we had an LD who insisted that his tech table be covered with duvetyne. I kept slipping paper clips under the fabric to see if he'd notice, but I guess he's not a real princess.
I don't know what duvetyne is, but I laughed out loud at this.
but no, my brain decided that half an hour before my normal wake-up time was when we were going to be up, by god.
Opposite! I slept until 11 this morning. ELEVEN. Didn't even hear the alarm. I woke up and thought it was about 7am; it was cloudy and raining, so the lack of light fooled me. I can't sleep all morning on a weekday, brain, no matter how late we were up the night before.
Duvetyne - what they make duvets from?
Oh, that's unfortunate timing Dana. And if you don't need to be on the call, yeah, I'd be hella grumpy.
Okay, so. Remember how my grandfather passed away not too long ago? My dad is trying to deal with his trust, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, my grandfather somehow didn't appoint my dad as the executor of his trust. Everyone in the family knows that this is what grandpa intended, but the way it's shaking out is that all my dad's siblings have to sign off on my dad being the executor.
So now there is one holdout on signing because her whackadoo husband is stirring up trouble. Screaming matches. Threats. Demanding stupid items from grandpa's estate or they won't sign. Now my dad has been instructed that all communications should go through whackadoos' lawyer.
Tempers are pretty high, as you can imagine. Everyone else in the family is pretty much united against the whackadoos. I guess we should have expected this considering the way they behaved when grandma died. Once this all plays out, I foresee a permanent schism in my family.
Oh jeez, shrift. It seems like that kind of rift is sadly common, and bums me out.
Oh shrift, I am so sorry to hear that. And yeah to what Jesse said, but that doesn't make it any easier.
Yeah, it sucks. I mean, I won't feel bad about never having to talk to whackadoo again, but I do feel bad for my cousins. I think almost all of those cousins have stopped talking to whackadoo at some point and only reestablished communication once grandchildren were in the picture.
It's also making me think about how I need to set up my own will or trust now while I still have all my mental faculties even though I hope I won't actually need it for another 50 years or so.
Families sometimes seem like they should be run like Survivor--everybody meets on a regular basis and votes to see who stays on the island.
Mad wind out there. Tumbleweeds bouncing off everything. Spring in the west.
