7:00 p.m…..I just got home about 1/2 an hour ago. I went to the post office, went to get my nails done, and then to Walmart. Steve and Bethany are both working till 7:00 tonight. It’s gonna be pizza for supper.
Walmart is setting up their Christmas stuff in the Garden Dept. where Beth works. When I walked in, she had this, “I’m gonna kill somebody,” look on her face, and pointed to a shelf overhead, right by the register. There is a huge vinyl blow-up decoration that plays music…..LOUD! It was driving her crazy. And it’s only September. If she has to listen to that thing for 4 months, she’s gonna be up there with a knife, cutting it to little pieces. You can hear the thing half way down the main aisle. It’s annoying. One of the guys stopped it while I was there, and they thanked him for it. I thanked him, and I don’t have to stand there at the register for several hours a day.
One of the girls that works with Beth was looking for some guy that was stuffing shirts under his shirt. The worker that was up on the high shelf, could see this guy doing it, thinking nobody could see him. I don’t know if they ever found him, but I imagine he got out of the store.
My youngest sister, Heather, has taken over the paperwork for the estate of my great-aunt, and her husband. Tommy died in Aug 2000, and Faye in April 2006, but Tommy’s estate was never probated and put into Faye’s name. Neither Tommy or Faye had valid wills….there were messed up wills with no signatures, that aren’t valid. Tommy had a good will years ago, but we cannot locate the lawyer who wrote it up, and Tommy did not have a copy. This was a man who was president of a savings and loan and owned an insurance company. He was very smart. He invested a lot of money. He knew business stuff. He was a well known business man in this area. Everybody knew him. Not everybody liked him, but they knew him. But in his later years, he and Faye both destroyed their minds with alcohol, especially after their only son overdosed in 1991. Ronnie was facing prison for drug dealing, so he killed himself.
To show you how much Tommy’s mind was gone, he use to walk up and down the sidewalk in front of their house…..naked *shudder*
My mother was the legal guardian of Faye (her mom’s sister). She never would let us help with all the legal paperwork…therefore, it’s in a complete mess. Tommy had a lawyer on staff of the savings and loan, who has tried to help with it, but he’s getting old and feeble. And forgetful. He’s actually a very, very distant cousin of Faye.
The court-appointed lawyer, assigned by the probate judge to get Tommy’s estate transferred to Faye, was getting very aggravated at Mamma because she wasn’t doing things the way she was supposed to. So finally he sent her a letter saying he was turning the whole thing over to the state. So Heather got a lawyer, and decided to take matters into her own hands. So the court appointed lawyer is willing to let her. He told her that he had been afraid to turn everything over to our mother because he didn’t think she was competent.
So there is an heirship hearing on Sept. 20 in court, to get the heirs of Tommy established and get things put in Faye’s name. Then we have to submit the list of Faye’s heirs. My mother never took any pay for taking care of Faye and Tommy, or their estates. And she even paid many bills out of her own money. So we are going to try to get that reimbursed to her. She didn’t keep good records. After everything is in Faye’s name, then we can get Faye’s house sold, and off our hands. It was such a nice house when they bought it in the 60’s, but it fell into terrible disrepair over the years. Tommy let everything go to pot.
So we have to send a letter to every heir in the family, telling them what is going on. One of them is a vice president for Wells Fargo Bank, so I know he doesn’t need the money. There isn’t a lot of money, because Tommy blew millions of dollars before he died. Faye had diamonds and furs that were stolen by hired household help, and by Tommy’s girlfriend. It’s just a mess.
My mother is in bad health and the stress of this has made it much worse.
The moral to this story is….do not die without a valid will!!!
3:15…..I’ve got lots to tell you later, but I have to run some errands. I just got off the phone with my sister. We are trying to straighten out some family inheritance stuff. She and I are going to court on Sept. 20, for an heirship hearing on my aunt’s estate. Our mom was my aunt’s guardian before she died, but Mamma just can’t keep up with all the legal work anymore.
I’m going to try to make it around to everybody today. I didn’t make it yesterday. Had too much to do.
In case you ever need to know, it is very difficult to type on the computer with a kitten draped across your arm.
We have a cool front coming! I can’t wait. We were talking about it last night, and I commented that it’s rare for us to have a cool front in September. But I remembered the year I was pregnant with Brandon, 1981, we had a cold front come through in September. Our company, Houston Lighting and Power, was having a barbeque and game night at an outdoor place in Friendswood called Camp Manison. Camp Manison is no longer there….it’s been built over and now there are huge, expensive houses sitting on what use to be one of the prettiest outdoor places around here. It sits right on a creek. When I was in the youth group at church, we would sometimes go down there for hay rides.
But once again, I could remember a detail about that night…26 years ago….but I can’t remember details from 2 days ago. I can remember what I was wearing that night. I had just bought a new maternity top – it was beige knit with chocolate brown trim and brown buttons – and I was anxious to wear it. And it was almost sleeveless – it had very short little cap sleeves. So of course, that night a cold front blew in, and we were not expecting it.
My sister sent this in an email this morning: