The lawyers finally agreed that printers and supplies from a previous third party arrangement that didn't work out can be scrapped. There were about 19 pallets of printers, finishers and toner, I've probably recycled $$$ of toner, and $$$ in unused printers.
Mrs. Ha's job did not work out, we're back to sort of a single income house. The oldest will occasionally buy groceries, but she's strapped, too.
On the positive side, I just made a payment towards twenty_one_year_old's last semester. Hooray! Her bf is flying back on Thursday, they'll move back on Friday or Saturday.
Irish_girl and her hubby invited us to a party on Boxing Day, though it wasn't a Boxing Day party. It was nice to meet her husband, and even though we got shunted off to the old persons corner we didn't mind too much.
My mom needs help with their taxes, my dad can no longer do it. I'm going to be spending more time over there.
Anyhow, Mrs. Ha's Uncle J died of a heart attack during the second 2022 once in a generation Buffalo blizzard. It wasn't shocking, he was 63 and out of shape. I'm not sure if the most surprising part was he died before his 90 year old sister or he didn't die of an overdose. He had a tough life. The funeral was Saturday, so Mrs. Ha and I went.
There were still piles of snow higher than the minivan on Transit, but not much remained of the blizzard. Still, that's more snow than there is in Rochester. What a weird winter. It's going to be above freezing for the next five days, too.
There were lots of relatives to talk too, including my 21 year old niece, who I never really talked to in depth before. She can't get into her housing until Tuesday the 17th, and classes start on the 18th. I'm jelly of her feet, she can wear Doc Martens. I even told her Solovair is probably a better alternative these days, for people with normal width feet.
After the funeral there was a lunch at a religious complex. We circled the main building a few times looking to see which of the 30 doors we would go into before blowing it off for Ted's.
It wasn't all bad, we had that late lunch at Ted's, and the night before I was able to work on my closet and put together a dapper funeral outfit. The highlight is probably a J. Garcia tie over a black pinstripe shirt. The tie is also in Bills colors, so it looks like I have team spirit and not PTSD.
I made a point of mentioning the tie, since Mrs. Ha, her ex and Uncle J all went to a Dead show in Rochester in the early 80s at Silver Stadium. I wasn't there.
By the time we got home we were exhausted and drained, I'm not used to talking to different people all day long. We split a bottle of cheap wine and talked about the day then slept in the next day. It wasn't enough sleeping in.
I feel better now, since I have a dapper funeral office and can be on my way in minutes. Mrs. Ha has two Aunts and a brother_in_law that aren't doing well. I have two Uncles and an Aunt that aren't doing well. Mrs. Ha's younger sister, who we drove with from Williamsville to Orchard Park, predicted a death in a few weeks, and you know how the Irish are fey.
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