Fast and Slow
Oct. 20th, 2021 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tracker7LA beat the Cardinals in the Wild Card game, then the Giants in the NL Division Series. Things looked good, because Atlanta was a weaker team in the regular season. But, playoffs are very much their own thing, and tonight, the Braves are up two games to one.
As executor of a will, I now have an IRS employer number. Monday, I went back to Liberty to take care of some details on that front. Changed Mom's bank account to Estate of Mom, and moved the remaining money from her retirement account into Dad's. Dad and I talked about me moving back home for a while, and I'm giving it real thought. He can use some help, and gods know I'm not doing anything worthwhile up here. And there's an ongoing problem with my housemate's girlfriend that I am just fucking done with. There's something deeply, and I'm starting to believe dangerously, wrong with her, and I'm sick of being in the blast radius of her poison.
Dad, BTW, is on the road tonight. A short hop to South Carolina. I'm glad that he's working again; I'd rather it was under different circumstance, but life is what it is.
I think we have a buyer for the little plot of land that's caused outsized drama. If things sort themselves out, Dad and I will go over to Logan County sometime next week and close the deal, and then we will be done with that miserable place for good.
As executor of a will, I now have an IRS employer number. Monday, I went back to Liberty to take care of some details on that front. Changed Mom's bank account to Estate of Mom, and moved the remaining money from her retirement account into Dad's. Dad and I talked about me moving back home for a while, and I'm giving it real thought. He can use some help, and gods know I'm not doing anything worthwhile up here. And there's an ongoing problem with my housemate's girlfriend that I am just fucking done with. There's something deeply, and I'm starting to believe dangerously, wrong with her, and I'm sick of being in the blast radius of her poison.
Dad, BTW, is on the road tonight. A short hop to South Carolina. I'm glad that he's working again; I'd rather it was under different circumstance, but life is what it is.
I think we have a buyer for the little plot of land that's caused outsized drama. If things sort themselves out, Dad and I will go over to Logan County sometime next week and close the deal, and then we will be done with that miserable place for good.