Karen is getting ready to see Kenny Rogers at the Expocentre... her and I went to see him 20 years or so ago, I think that was the first big act at the Expocentre, it had just opened. Yeah, and I saw him once, no need to go see him again, right? I generally dislike big concerts, mostly 'cause there are big bunches of people there... and it costs big money. I slept in kinda late today, then I went out to Target about 13:00 and got some sturdy plastic boxes and took them over to Mom's apartment. I loaded up about half of them from the piles that I had made the other day... I need to make more piles, it would be a lot easier to sort through stuff over there and throw away what I know nobody would want instead of hauling it over here. The problem is, of course, that everything that Mom had saved from her last two moves was all that was precious to her... the bread knife that she got from great-aunt Etta, for instance. I don't know if Aunt Et was a real aunt or a family friend... it seems that many friends of the family were called Aunt or Uncle when they'd been around long enough. And they were sprinkled amongst the real ones, and thirty or fifty years after I met them is no time to make a distinction. At any rate, going through her stuff is depressing in one way, and... well, fulfilling in another weird way. I've got to get it done, for one thing. I can't really ignore it any more, and going through the process is probably helpful in my grieving process... But every decision is painful, dammit. 19:37... I got a lot of Mom's mail today... a lot of it has to do with her income tax for the last year. I think that this will be a nightmare. I am, however, getting a lot of clues as far as what her financial situation is. Or was, anyway. I'm pretty much unhappy with what I've found so far; for instance, the rent on the farm is much less that I had thought it would be. On the other hand, some of her investments have done quite well. And the taxes on all of the above? Damn, they are taxed heavily. She never qualified as rich, according to the Bush tax philosophy. So she gets taxed on her SS, as well as everything else. Ah, well, it is as it is; life is what matters.
ransacked by kin and strangers;
worthless? not really.
Note: do not listen to Irish music if you are melancholic.
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