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sabotloursKitty and I flew back to ABQ yesterday. It snowed several inches on Saturday night and the roads were a complete shitshow on Sunday morning. Fortunately we were essentially right at the airport. Our plane was delayed an hour so they could de-ice it. It was then an uneventful flight with only 30 people on the plane. We had lunch at Buttfuckers, I mean Fuddruckers. It was then just a matter of going home and getting all of the mundane tasks done like unpacking and doing laundry. It was good to have 2 exciting football games to watch to keep our minds distracted.
Mom's funeral on Saturday was nice. She had a brief visitation in the morning, a funeral mass at noon, a brief ceremony at the cemetery chapel, and a small luncheon afterwards. I had expected 30-40, but only about 15 showed up. There was lots of concern about COVID, so a lot of folks stayed away. It was good Polish food with Polish beer on tap. I had some good conversations with my cousins about the whole situation.
I was a bit miffed at my uncle because he seemed pretty flippant at the wake. He seemed pretty detached from the whole thing. I figured it was his way of grieving, so I just let him be him. I deduced that correctly. His daughter told me that he had been an emotional wreck the whole day before. His way of coping was to put on that stoic face and act as if nothing happened. But he had now lost his brother and sister over the course of a year. He knows he is now the last one left out of the group. I've already put the bug into his son's and grandson's ears that there is an opportunity to become landlords since my uncle was willed the house. That was by my design. Mom had wanted to leave it to me and my sister several years ago. I gave a resounding "No!" It's an 80-year old house in a sketchy neighborhood that's going to need a LOT of work. Sure, I could go to one of those "we buy ugly houses" places, but I just wanted someone else to deal with that mess. There is really nothing of value in the place unless you want to have a really big yard sale. Once again, I don't want to deal.
I don't know how long it's going to take before the whole "orphans club" reality hits me. Things will continue to unfold over the next few weeks and months. Fortunately I had all of my visits last year to start to get all of the ducks in a row. I have also been dealing with the financial planner for years now who has managed Mom's affairs. I have already given him the news and he has everything lined out an what needs to get done. It will be nice to have that expertise in my corner. Hope the road ahead is not rocky.
Mom's funeral on Saturday was nice. She had a brief visitation in the morning, a funeral mass at noon, a brief ceremony at the cemetery chapel, and a small luncheon afterwards. I had expected 30-40, but only about 15 showed up. There was lots of concern about COVID, so a lot of folks stayed away. It was good Polish food with Polish beer on tap. I had some good conversations with my cousins about the whole situation.
I was a bit miffed at my uncle because he seemed pretty flippant at the wake. He seemed pretty detached from the whole thing. I figured it was his way of grieving, so I just let him be him. I deduced that correctly. His daughter told me that he had been an emotional wreck the whole day before. His way of coping was to put on that stoic face and act as if nothing happened. But he had now lost his brother and sister over the course of a year. He knows he is now the last one left out of the group. I've already put the bug into his son's and grandson's ears that there is an opportunity to become landlords since my uncle was willed the house. That was by my design. Mom had wanted to leave it to me and my sister several years ago. I gave a resounding "No!" It's an 80-year old house in a sketchy neighborhood that's going to need a LOT of work. Sure, I could go to one of those "we buy ugly houses" places, but I just wanted someone else to deal with that mess. There is really nothing of value in the place unless you want to have a really big yard sale. Once again, I don't want to deal.
I don't know how long it's going to take before the whole "orphans club" reality hits me. Things will continue to unfold over the next few weeks and months. Fortunately I had all of my visits last year to start to get all of the ducks in a row. I have also been dealing with the financial planner for years now who has managed Mom's affairs. I have already given him the news and he has everything lined out an what needs to get done. It will be nice to have that expertise in my corner. Hope the road ahead is not rocky.
