I hate being the bearer of bad news, I really do.
I just learned that my cousin's biological father has past away. I was asked by a family member to call her and tell her to go after his money - which is wrong thing to do (he was well off, but that's not the point). I told said family mem to piss off (about the money angle) but agreed that about calling my cousin.
I just got off the phone with her and naturally she's upset. They didn't really know each other that well because my aunt and he ended their relationship on a sour note, but from what my aunt (out West told me) he did for a time check in on her for a short time then lost contact.
I also told both my aunt and cousin what the other relation said about the money angle....well let's just say that they're pissed at the one who mentioned it.
I also spoke to her aunt (her late father's sister) delightful woman and completely understanding. She knew that he had another child before he married his current wife but she (the aunt) wasn't sure and didn't want to pry.
My cousin and I have had our differences in the past, but this was her father and she should be able to say good-bye even if it is from afar.
What books are on your nightstand?
There's: The Sillymarillion, The Soddit, Bored of the Rings
Ever have one of those days? Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put his boots on? He asked for help and she could see why. With her pulling and him pushing, the boots still didn't want to go on. When the second boot was on, she had worked up quite a sweat. She almost whimpered when the little boy said,
"Teacher, they're on the wrong feet."
She looked and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on- this time on the right feet. He then announced,
"These aren't my boots."
She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you say so?" like she wanted to. Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off. He then said,
"They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear them."
She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She mustered up the grace to wrestle the boots on his feet again. Finally that task was accomplished and she asked him,
"Now, where are your mittens?"
He said, "I stuffed them in the toes of my boots..."
I'm slowly getting things set up here - make a few more adjustments here and there, add some more pics in the folder then things should go along fine.
