The Mister won't be having much of a Father's Day this year. It's been crazy around here. Crazy with a capital C.
In between trying to get our own house under control (see tomorrow's post) and working on his late mom's house that is on the market, he's about worn to a nub. It's an old place-1918 and in dire need of serious fixing up. When I asked The Mister what he wanted for Father's Day, he said "to be left alone" which is usually my line for Mother's Day.
To make matters even more complicated, he is the Personal Rep for his mom's estate and the will is in probate at the moment. Judicial probate because of some costly mistakes she made when making out her will. As you can she was certainly not a woman of means but in her will she left lots of odd stuff to lots of people which is a big no no-a lesson we have learned the hard way.
You can't say that you are leaving the Blue Boy painting and the Chinese vases to so and so and just have your Rep give them away. The court has no idea if your vase is Ming Dynasty or if the Blue Boy is the real one or a dime store knock off. It cost The Mister lots of time, trouble and money to find all the things she wanted to giveaway and then have them appraised-at $200 an hour. What a headache it's all been for everyone involved. Lesson learned. Keep stuff out of your will. Keep names out of your will. AND give your junk away before you go. Your family will thank you.
In spite of all the insanity around here, he will have something to mark the day. Daughter sent him what I believe is a new golf bag.
The critters and I made him a card and maybe, if we are both not too exhausted I can figure out something special to cook. Or order in. Or something. Is golf on? That'll do it. We both need a day of normal.