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Date: 06 May 2007 06:37:53
Spent much of the day playing chauffer for the newly-minted 15-year-old. He got himself a respectable short haircut today. He looks so handsome. All Mama's grandkids are a handsome lot, all dark hair and dark eyes and flashing white teeth. This comes from the dark and dashing men we girls select, though. Mama was fair, and Daddy at least started life as a blonde.
When I wasn't doing that, I sat down with my sisters, as the youngest and her little one were able to come to town. We went through Mama's jewelry box -- nothing very valuable, but loads of sentiment in there -- and looked over the collectibles we'd reserved from her possessions when we sent so much off to the Salvation Army.
It was an odd day, for sure. Each of us broke away for other business, laundry or toddler-wrangling or whatever else came up, but we gravitated back to Beryl's living roon all day long.
So I guess we'll be Ebaying a big tote of Elvis items, and some Avon china items.
I stated my case to Beryl and Jolene re: why I would like one of Mama's rings, preferably a nice one, for daughter-in-law Kim. Other jewelry and some china will go to my eldest, our daughter -- but she and I wear large rings.
Neither of my sisters urgently desired Mama's little Mother's Ring, which is the one I settled on for Kim.
Other rings were prettier -- I even kept one for myself, though it will only be a "pinky ring" for me, because it matched some of my amethyst pieces. They were all gold plate though. Nicely finished, pretty, well-done plated stuff, but still plated. That won't last through two generations.
Since Mama's Mother's Ring is 10k gold (no great value, but sturdy, not plate), I asked for that for Kimmie. It has a garnet in the middle flanked by two pink tourmalines (my and my sisters' birthstones).
Beryl expressed her concern -- given the rocky relationship between my son and Kimmie, well... the point of heriloomish things is to keep them in the family, right?
I said something like, "Even if he is so stupid as to leave Kimmie, SHE is still mine." At which point, little pitcher with big ears nephew Dylan spoke up about calling people stupid being a Bad Thing. Ah, from the mouths of babes. To think he's only three, still.
If one of the sisters kept it, they'd have to wait until their sons bring home some wimmins to think about who to pass it on to. Same with Kimmie, since she has only my grandson, same difference.
Anyway, we divvied up a few things, settled a few issues. (They can take the thank-yous for their personal connections, I will write all the other thank-you notes. We will have a discussion about a possible payment plan for a student lady we think the landlords will accept so we can sell her Mama's trailer, after we talk to the sucession lawyer about liability issues. Stuff like that.)
Then I picked up my son from his long day st the Firemen's Fair, bought him Taco Bell, dropped his buddy off, took him home, picked up the hubby, and off we went to El Mexicano for a huge fajita dinner of sizzling shrimp, steak, chicken, peppers, onions, pico de gallo, guacamole, refried beans, flour tortillas, asiago cheese and sweet tea. At a 15% discount, too! Cajun country sure has embraced Cinco de Mayo.
*Sigh* Still doing laundry at almost 12:30 a.m.
Mother's Day is next week, isn't it? No need this year to ponder what to send Mama for Mother's Day. That is so sad.