UPDATE 12/11 – Dilemma resolved, 40-someything cards went out. Some got an update, others not.
Really don’t know what to do about Christmas cards this year. Not everybody on the list knows, and it’s a lousy way to make an announcement. Maybe just the sign the cards and leave the extra personalization off.
Starting Friday at 5:00AM, we got up early for the 3-hour drive. On our final stretch into the Bubble we picked up Mom and Dad’s ashes and got the Death Certificates for Dad, ending up at a 2:00PM appointment with the Bank-People, who were nice. Rather successful job doing a huge amount of cleaning-up, and rather than pay $120 in BayAryan Dump-Fees, we drove home Monday with the truck loaded down with 47 bags of assorted trash and household junk, and paid just $12 local-dump fees. (Updated 12/6) A thick layer of frost on the field this morning, and now more paperwork. I need some large envelopes so a visit to WalMart will be upcoming.
This morning’s sunrise saw a cloud-filled sky, magnificently lit-up in blaze orange – snow coming Sunday.
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The Family Meeting down among the BayAryans at the old ancestral abode was a success, with a lot of work accomplished and various family objects taken away by the remaining survivors. We finished boxing up all the old financial documents, donated clothing and canned goods (that were not expired!), and had partial success with the Bank because we had Documents(!) – just not all of them, yet.
The drive back was incident free and fast, missing the usual choke-points and sailing along at a good clip under warm fair skies with a few spotty-fluffy clouds – until this morning. Rain and cold. I assembled the family Christmas tree today, it’s something that Dad made back around 1950-ish, either while at City College getting his degree or overseas as a project while as Principal at the Technical School, because in that hot tropical country Christmas Trees were not to be found. Plus is disassembles and packs easily with just twelve screws.
It’s rather Alexander Calder modern and Mechano too, based on a series of triangles affixed to other triangles, suspended by a string spaced with knots, with a rather Sputnik star at the top.
The garden urns that had been handed down from Dad’s Mom went up on the front steps to help mark the entry-point better and make it more obvious.
This is just an illustration of how far the sun moves back and forth across my little horizon. Not so much rain as was foretold, but more coming Thursday and snow in the Sierra – and the oak leaves are falling and covering over my tanbark circles so nobody should be offended.
And since the weather is tolerable, this is a couple grilled tenderloins marinated in a spicy brown-sugar whiskey glaze. Yummy!!
We were warned that it would rain finally, and a good one, so I got over to my local plant-nursery and picked up three bags of pre-emergent and in the afternoon got it spread down on a large section of the field. Around 1:30AM I awoke to a drumming on the roof and the sound of wind outside, and it was pouring down. The morning dawned clear and cold with some clouds, and the pre-emergent had gotten rained-in, so we hope the savage weeds will be somewhat suppressed.
Meanwhile the ball is only slowly rolling, I had hoped to hear more and sooner from the Mortuary already. We need to get a pile of mail and there are bills to pay, boxes to fill with again. a couple of file-cabinets to empty…
Back at the ranch before all this started, I had just managed to get an appropriate shellplate into Big Red (shellplate #9) and practice some .44-40 de-capping and sizing, shoulder set-back and case-mouth belling (as it pushes up into the powder-drop).
The 200-grain Oregon Trail “laser-cast” lead bullets squished a few case necks before I had the belling right, and I had to fiddle a bunch with the seating-die to get the correct bullet depth – and then had to back-up and get the crimp right….but I finally think I have it down.
Just need to load and adjust the powder measure to drop some Trail Boss, and the primer-feed to seat primers.
But tragedy struck and now I’m busy with other things, but this will provide a nice distraction once I start producing cartridges. Thank-you all for your consideration and kind words.
1924 – 2017
93 years and 28 days. Now I get to enjoy the administrative work associated with being executor of the estate. I’ve already called the attorney for the trust, and the mortuary. Things take time when the Gov. is involved.