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Mar. 22nd, 2019 06:58 pmI've been in on-call hell all day. I'm kinda hoping it's over for the day.
This afternoon I got a call from Good Sister. She's in Florida with Evil Sister meeting with the guardian and a lawyer, A, to start the process of recovering Mom's assets. GS is impressed with A, but he said he couldn't give them a yea or nay about whether recovery was possible because they don't have enough information on where the money went. That's party because Mom's been sliding into dementia for anywhere from two to six years and possibly losing live checks, and partly because her guardian is just a guardian, not a CPA who passed the toughest state exam in the US and used to work for a Big Six accounting firm like Good Sister*. The bottom line for me is that I need to keep that tax refund handy; the USF may need it to hire A. I'm grateful he didn't shoot us down.
My sisters, contrary to plan, have seen my mother. The way it went down was that Mom's Trumpy big-mouthed friend B invited Mom over, and then asked my sisters over without telling Mom. Evil Sister was really not keen on tagging along but did anyway, and I can't say I blame her. It seems to have gone about like my phone call with Mom did a few weeks ago. My sisters firmly and successfully steered her away from angry subjects.
GS & her lawyer don't think much of Mom's 4/2 court date. She apparently didn't use any legal representation for it. It's been said that anyone who represents themselves has a fool for a client, and that's certainly true in this case.
There's more art at my place: a print of Coop's Devil Girls, and as soon as I frame it, Libby Bulloff's Bizarre Vol.1 No.4. It has occurred to me that now that all six pieces of graphic art in my bedroom have an erotic component, it may constitute an unconscious attempt at sympathetic magic to make the real thing appear in my bedroom. We'll see if it works. In any case, the new pieces are Tickler-approved.
*Yes, I love to brag about my sister the high-powered accountant.
This afternoon I got a call from Good Sister. She's in Florida with Evil Sister meeting with the guardian and a lawyer, A, to start the process of recovering Mom's assets. GS is impressed with A, but he said he couldn't give them a yea or nay about whether recovery was possible because they don't have enough information on where the money went. That's party because Mom's been sliding into dementia for anywhere from two to six years and possibly losing live checks, and partly because her guardian is just a guardian, not a CPA who passed the toughest state exam in the US and used to work for a Big Six accounting firm like Good Sister*. The bottom line for me is that I need to keep that tax refund handy; the USF may need it to hire A. I'm grateful he didn't shoot us down.
My sisters, contrary to plan, have seen my mother. The way it went down was that Mom's Trumpy big-mouthed friend B invited Mom over, and then asked my sisters over without telling Mom. Evil Sister was really not keen on tagging along but did anyway, and I can't say I blame her. It seems to have gone about like my phone call with Mom did a few weeks ago. My sisters firmly and successfully steered her away from angry subjects.
GS & her lawyer don't think much of Mom's 4/2 court date. She apparently didn't use any legal representation for it. It's been said that anyone who represents themselves has a fool for a client, and that's certainly true in this case.
There's more art at my place: a print of Coop's Devil Girls, and as soon as I frame it, Libby Bulloff's Bizarre Vol.1 No.4. It has occurred to me that now that all six pieces of graphic art in my bedroom have an erotic component, it may constitute an unconscious attempt at sympathetic magic to make the real thing appear in my bedroom. We'll see if it works. In any case, the new pieces are Tickler-approved.
*Yes, I love to brag about my sister the high-powered accountant.
