Secondborn asked, “Someone made a comment to me the other day that made me question something I thought I knew. Will the other girls and I inherit dad’s debt when he dies?”
It is a lovely thing to work in a law firm and be able to ask people who know about stuff like this. Here is what I learned. As long as you sign “his name by [daughter], as attorney in fact”, you are perfectly safe. All debts will extinguish upon his death, unlike any surviving assets.
Woohoo, ladies! You’re safe in that department.
Firstborn asked, re: my requesting a single man via the supply chain at work, “I can’t imagine why they didn’t just get you one of those from the supply room? That is where they keep the single men right?”
If it were as simple as getting one from our supply room, I could have done that myself! Single men are special-order only and have to be requisitioned from corporate. Apparently there is some glitch with the inventory program at the warehouse. And a significant number of them were returned to stock for having passed their best-by date.
I spent a lovely, quiet evening at home, wrapping Fourthborn’s birthday present and signing birthday cards and working on the stealth project, which is something like one-third done. It’s a little tricky, working on two blog posts per day while this is underway and not posting pictures to the wrong draft.
Speaking of pictures, here is a reconstructed fortune from earlier this week.
How lame is that? Almost as lame as me! Health and happiness may be coming my way, but more crankiness and a tender knee are already here. I stepped wrong, getting off the bus yesterday morning, and wrenched my knee. It feels somewhat better after a good night’s sleep; I may still take my cane with me this morning.
Imagine my surprise when I looked at yesterday’s post and realized that I had posted the JoDee Messina song again, instead of this: you’ll want their post from Wednesday, as I still can’t embed it or transfer the link. I’ve deleted the superfluous video. Technology is wonderful, except when it isn’t.
Lots of lovely knitting progress yesterday, which of course I can’t show you. Patience, grasshopper!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!