If you haven’t, be thankful.
My Mother is terminal. Today, she’s back in the hospital because this morning she couldn’t put any pressure at all on her right leg. And I feel like there’s nothing I can do to keep her from passing away penniless and with the knowledge that her only biological child ripped her off and left her to rot while he spends her money — most of which was actually my Father’s money — fattening himself up on Jimmy Buffet lager and restaurant meals, then stumbling home to a beach-adjacent condo, where he packs a bowl or snorts some coke and watches porn on the big screen in his dingy undies until he passes out.
Trying to receive even a call-back from an estate attorney in St Pete has been like pulling teeth. Big, snugly packed ones with long, disorderly roots. Of the Maryland attorneys I was referred to, only one of the 4 ever called me back (she was very nice and professional, but the retainer fees are cost prohibitive, particularly because I know I have to run a simultaneous suit in St Petersburg).
One of the longtime readers of this site has experience with the litigation process having to do with estates, etc. He’s been very helpful, and I thank him for that.
Still, I feel like going to sleep all the time now. And if I weren’t coaching wrestling and so very close to my wife and kids, I might just Rip Van Winkle right through all this.
Shorter version: this fucking blows, and I’m going to lie down now.
(h/t “Goldie,” the scummy bottom feeder over whom I may one day serve jail time, having finally given him the beating he’s deserved for at least the last 30 years. And yeah, go ahead and screencap that, Mr ADA. I don’t much care).
Sounds like actual depression.
Welcome to the club.
Continued prayers for you and yours. There WILL be justice.
With Climatic Weather Disruption that beach front property will soon be gone and then you will have justice. Ha Ha.
(Sorry if that was flip, been through a lot of family dysfunction myself. Take care, remember, you need to put your oxygen mask on first)
Apparently the pigeon was too smart to approach the pie. Nuts.
How is he about doughnuts?
Have you ever felt so alone.. For three years, lacking 51 days. Wow, what a strange trip it’s been.
Wow, I’ve had individual days where I felt like that. I hope you can work your way through it quickly.
Go ahead and clean the suckers clock. You only need to get one juror who has had a family member screw them over to be acquitted.
As to the title question, when I’m alone I usually find it’s even more imperative, not to mention easier, to get out of bed. Feeling alone does not, by itself, depress me.
But “statistical outlier” is the least pungent name I’ve ever been called, save my own.
A short nap is OK. No dirt naps, please.
There are problems you can solve, there are problems that make you insolvent, and there are some that may be best let go. Do what you can for Mom and let the bastard meet his Karma on his own.
Once I figured out I had to raise the flag at dawn and bring it down at sunset I found a purpose for every day. And I was not alone. If I really want to annoy the neighbors I’ll whistle To the Colors in the AM and Retreat at night.
Beats whistling DIxie.
I am sorry.
On the plus side you’re sorta beating the odds by talking about this with friends.
But then, we’re fucked. It’s a thing we all have to pay attention to if we don’t won’t to be ridden off as unserious spectators.
But, really, there’s this larger sense of how people are taking the random podcast if if you think it
s random and your good line might then infer that you’ve just won the participation award.
This is what I would call the Breitbart problem. Just because you’re hiring folks to fight in this environment doesnt’t mean they’re particularly effectively.
The one iron law I’ve arrived at in almost 53 years on this godforsaken planet: Things are never as good as they seem, nor as bad.
Oh heck McG, the planet is hardly godforsaken: it’s got more gods than it’s possible to count and they’re all false gods and they’re all true gods. The place is overrun with gods.
Notice that none of them live here.
No need to go all Cain v Able on this Goldie clown. What goes around *always* comes back ’round, and you’ll be better positioned to enjoy Karma’s smack down if you aren’t also in line for some too. “Keep yer nose clean”, is all.
And this sleep of which you speak? Damn. Package some of that and send it to me, willya? )
…in almost 53 years on this godforsaken planet
Almost 53, eh? When do you turn, McGehee? I do on 19 December.
When I get that feeling , Jeff, I get pissed off. Family is the worst for this kind of thing.
Bob Belvedere says October 31, 2014 at 8:16 pm
…in almost 53 years on this godforsaken planet
Almost 53, eh? When do you turn, McGehee? I do on 19 December.
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Yeah, well. I got ten years on ya both come the eighth of this month. I put up a tree stand yesterday and I’m going duck hunting this morning.
Bob: before the end of the year. That’s all I’m giving the NSA.
They already know.
I hit 43 not long ago. So far my 40’s just aren’t working out very well.
So, McGehee, we will forever be known as ‘those who were born in the Year One Of Obama’.
I’ll be known as “That anti-social old fart who refuses to live in abject terror of other people’s opinions.”
Yes I have had that feeling, and that’s why I felt like finally registering here for a username to comment. Estate law issues are the pits. The estate tax is the most un-American thing. It feels like a punch in the gut. I went through estate/probate hell in my early 20s when both parents passed away without any sort of rich, Nancy Pelocy-style iron-clad trust estate plan that allows some to get around the CA tax misery. As if losing family members wasn’t enough to swallow at that age. If every young person experienced these, we’d have a nation of staunch freedom-loving conservatives. Even worse, the whole thing took 4 years.