MY DEMENTED DIARY

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A Walk Through the
Valley of the Shadow

I made it to Nebraska! YAY!!! It took three days instead of two because there was just a wee bit of snow (a coupla feet or so) in Ohio on Saturday, and millions of cars had spun off the road. Nelson the Nissan spun off the road twice. The first time I had to get towed out and lost an hour and a half waiting for the tow truck. The second time I wasn't in very deep and I was able to dig out in about ten minutes. I was lucky that both times I landed in between other cars that had spun off instead of hitting any of them. So then I decided to bunk down for the night in Ohio.

And then Sunday as soon as I got a ways into Indiana, the roads cleared up and I could speed up above ten MPH, and Nelson the Nissan began shaking violently at about 35 MPH or so. I thought, uh-oh, front end damage? So I stopped and got out and checked, and there was a buncha snow stuck to the right front wheel, throwing it way out of balance. I took a poky-stick and poked the snow out of it, and got in and started out again. Problem solved! Nelson the Nissan ran perfectly the rest of the way.

We've gotten a start going through my father's earthly possessions. Lotsa stuff is gonna get thrown out. His clothes are all going to a used-clothes donatorium. I think most of his books that he took to the assisted living place with him are gonna get donated to a library. His financial advisor has a friend who wants his book shelves.

I think all his personal hygiene supplies are going in the trash. We can buy that stuff at Wal Mart cheaper than we can truck it across the country, and besides, all of us have different brand preferences anyhow.

So anyhow, today we're gonna have meetings with the funeral company, the preacher, the financial advisor, the lawyer, the bank, the investment counsellor, and a coupla dozen other vultures trying to pounce on the estate. As Designated Executor Of The Estate, I'm gonna have more fun than I ever expected.

Happy Whatever!

OrneryPest