We’ve come up with a logical division of labor: Doug paints walls, Megan paints furniture. So far, so good.
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on April 2, 2008 at 3:57 am AUNT MARSHA wrote:
what do the cats paint?
on April 2, 2008 at 11:30 am Doug wrote:
The floor, mostly. One paw print at a time.
on April 4, 2008 at 1:11 pm AUNT MARSHA wrote:
Friday– April whatever—the gran’s check came. She called the aunts to tell them salvation is real and I heard her saying, “Well, I’m going to MS for a week and then we’re going to Seattle in August…”
So, kids—see you soon.
Hoorah!
the aunt
on April 4, 2008 at 11:07 pm Doug wrote:
Hoorah! We’re madly painting and moving and getting ready for you. Big hugs to Granny.
on April 8, 2008 at 1:03 am AUNT MARSHA wrote:
HEARTBREAK!
It could only happen to us (me)–I am utterly convinced. Utterly.
Saturday: Took the big blue check to the bank with our list of spends, so giddy and foolish, we were. Gifts for everyone!
1 hr later, the bank guy came back to the desk, took the new check book out of Gran’s hand and said,
” We can NOT honor this check.” He suddenly looked like someone from WWII….that confidence in his statement; that prescient knowledge that he was seeing a sub formed race of believers, and o, so happy to bring us back to the reality of our sad existance. We were waiting for the big explanation, only when it came, I went blind and deaf and began the slip into the coma that I should have known would come before this latest, long winded saga ended…
“The check has been printed with a routing number and check number ( B238764520–9975219–H-4490547), but does not have an ACCOUNT number printed on it. There is no account to reference and no way to deposit, let ALONE, cash this check. Please contact the issuer and return when you have a proper check.”
Gran had gone down to the floor. Deflated like a punctured balloon. Faith…hope…expired.
I eventually came to and went back to the ATM to re-deposit the $50 I had withdrawn from my $241.00 balance. Gran threw her shopping list to the floor and we went home–to the address we will keep, obviously, for some time to come.
Volunteered for 4 hrs overtime yesterday at the refugee job I had the presence of mind to maintain, clocking 12.5 hrs and resigned to the doing as would a robot …performing the drudgery with something akin to a stroke laden smile on my face, as a matter of fact— and life goes on. Again. Work. Drink. Sleep. work, drink, sleep…
Someone said, “Well….you’ve waited 2 years, what’s another 2 months or weeks or so?”
That person’s name need not be mentioned as they no longer have representation on the planet.
Instead of hugs, a dear call to the Gran with encouraging words would be so very much appreciated.
August? maybe. maybe not…sigh. Great paint job, though.
the blind aunt with a tired love
on April 9, 2008 at 2:16 pm Doug wrote:
But, but … get that account number! Then sue for the stress caused by their failure to create a cashable check!
Seriously, that sucks. Keep us posted, and I’ll tell Granny’s busy granddaughter to give her a call.