Arrrgggh! I must like pain, because I keep dealing with my family.
I found out last night from my sister that my aunt Sissie will likely die any day now. She has downs syndrom and is really very old considering her condition. (60 ish) Apparently she went to live with her caretakers when they moved to Indiana a few years ago and has been in a nursing home the last couple. She lost the ability to swallow last month and now is no longer responding to verbal stimulus. I'm not sure why this didn't come up in conversation when dad called since that's were my sis got the info. I will miss her when she's gone (my aunt). She was always such a happy gentle soul.
I made the decision to ask my aunt about just how many fiddles there are in the family. Apparently my initial estimate of 2 was off by about half. My cousin has one, there used to be another one that seems to have disappeared and there's rumors of yet a third one. My aunt can't be sure which one I ended up with, so I'll send pictures since she says that's the only way she could ID it. I'll be damned if I send it to her seeing as how she's managed to let two go MIA so far.
I also further aggrivated myself by starting a project at work that requires me to redo all the data input for an account for the past 3 years. I'm a stickler for clear concise organization of financial data and this file blows my mind. I'd like to choke the admin who passed it off to me.
