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Things seem to be coming to a head, as Granddad's mental deterioration has accelerated to the point where the only cogent sentences he utters anymore sound like a grumpy three year old. I really, really hope Dad can stop hemming and hawing and decide on a course of action regarding assisted living (or assisted dying, if it was my call. I'll want as much for myself if I ever get to the state Granddad's in) and what to do with the house/inheritance when Granddad finally has to moved somewhere. Granddad's sister died not long ago, and my aunt and her family got the great-aunt's entire share of the inheritance thanks to aunty being married to the great-aunt's adopted son (God bless the South). Of course, there's no reason for them to not clamor for us to sell Granddad's home so they can get a slice of that pie too, aside from "hey maybe we've got enough now to live comfortably and don't really need to be an avaricious bunch of sawtoothed cocksleeves".
What am I saying? Of course they'll have a heart. Aha, haha, hahaha.
Anyways, really hoping Dad makes up his mind and doesn't just leave this decision on the back burner until it's too late, when things may have to be done that he would like even less than the choices we're looking at now.
On top of that, still haven't heard back in over a month about a new acting gig, and am going slightly mad from having not a damned productive thing to occupy my time. Colon open parenthesis, and what have you.
What am I saying? Of course they'll have a heart. Aha, haha, hahaha.
Anyways, really hoping Dad makes up his mind and doesn't just leave this decision on the back burner until it's too late, when things may have to be done that he would like even less than the choices we're looking at now.
On top of that, still haven't heard back in over a month about a new acting gig, and am going slightly mad from having not a damned productive thing to occupy my time. Colon open parenthesis, and what have you.