Our “tweener” week has officially begun. We have one week between these two family vacations where we have to sneak in doctor appointments (two of them yesterday), grocery runs, clothes washing, random errands, and culminating in entertaining three of the Waco kiddos at the end of the week.
So I was first up. 8 a.m. appointment with the cardiologist. He’s following me primarily because of my family history of heart attacks (my Dad first, then my older brother carrying through the family legacy). He always asks me a truckload of diagnostic questions. They also did an EKG. I guess I did OK. I don’t have to see him for 9 months, but he ordered a stress test so they could have an updated assessment of whatever that shows. He asked if I could do a treadmill. Hey. I have wanted another shot at that thing. Last time I did one, my lower back hurt, so they shut it down. This time, if I remember, I’ll ask how long the thing lasts for a complete test to run. I’m determined to beat it, back or not.
Chris was next in line. We were actually almost an hour early for her appointment, since mine didn’t take long. We were prepared to relax for a while in the waiting room, but surprise! They called her name after we had been there just about three minutes. I stayed in the waiting room. No interest in seeing that doc scrape callous off her foot. As it turned out (or scraped out), she got right in, got the scraping done, and as a “bonus” - found out she has plantar fasciitis, which accounts for the heel pain she had been having. (Dianne! You infected her!).
Next stop was the bank. Needed a paper notarized to check off one more thing on the executorship. I also put some pressure on the credit union we have been hounding for months. Guess I rattled the right cage. I received a very nice confession and apology email. Seems this person just forgot to file the final paperwork. They assured me the process has begun. Now I wait ten more days for the paperwork that I have to fill out and send back, then wait who knows how many more before they actually close the account. Wow. Just wow.
Speaking of wow …
We made another stab at getting the utility company to accept the court order awarding ownership status to the heirs in Sam’s will. Sounded like one issue would be resolved later in the day, another whenever Burnet County files the paperwork, and the last one … no idea. They’re the ones holding up accepting the court order. The lawyer told me to have them take another stab at it before relenting and spending extra time and money drawing up an actual deed paper, either by him or by a title company.
So that one to be resolved “later in the day”? I received an email from the lawyer with a mockup of a deed for one of the properties. Needed my signature and a notary’s. What? I took that template and made one for the other Galveston property as well. I’ll get both of them signed and send them back to the lawyer, asking if they somehow need to be filed with the court, or are they simply superfluous documents created to satisfy a clerk somewhere.
The saga continues.
Psalms 55:22 says, Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.
Father, please be with all the people playing a role in getting this will stuff finished. Amen.
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