Women in my life talk to me.

Woman #1: Good Sister was in LA visiting my filmmaker niece M1. She called to give me an update about the mom's house... which she can't really do anything about until she gets home tomorrow. In any case, the plan is to get a new real estate agent, make improvements the new agent suggests, and yank the place off the market for a couple of weeks*.

Oh, and for GS to legally finish with the estate? Does not require the sale of the house, says a better lawyer than she had before. In fact, this better lawyer told Good Sister not to waste money hiring a new one. Hurrah for Good Sister! And, I guess, the United Sister Front, since the money paying for this belongs to all of us.

Mental note: if I ever make it down to LA again, drop M1 a line and see if she wants to get something to eat.

Woman #2: Speaking of eats, Dancer wanted to have cheap eats, debrief me about Petting Zoo, and make (ahem) plans for the weekend. Done, and thoroughly enjoyed. There are many far worse ways to spend a Monday evening.



*Apparently that isn't long enough to "delist" the house. To do that it would have to be off the market for 90 days, which none of us want to do.