Lunch, disinheritance, and incoherency

It finally came up….disinheritance.

Among other things, of course.  Casual, the light touch….

I was at Nanny’s for about a half hour for lunch with her and Mama, as I try to do most days.  Sometimes, if I’m angry with Nanny, I don’t go for a few days.  I don’t know what to think of this time….

Nanny talked about Robert N. showing up at her house the other day, saying our car wasn’t paid for and he was trying to find us.  I told her that it was not the same car she’d already paid for.  She said okay.  Done deal, or so I thought.

We had coffee, Mama showed up, and we were talking.  Conversation turned to what Nanny would do with her house and all that’s in it when she dies.  She brought it up, as usual.

She said she’s been trying to figure out a way in which "Laurie" would not get anything.  I snapped at her and said, "Then cut me off, too!!!!"  She said ok.  Done deal.  No more discussion.

I told Nanny that "Laurie" is my wife, and I love her.  I wish my family would accept her, and some of them do, but if some can’t, then that is NOT MY PROBLEM.  I DO ACCEPT MY WIFE!!!!!!!  Nanny said okay.  Not so done deal.  She had to add that she couldn’t trust "Laurie" because of telling me for so long that "she" was really a man.  Old news, Nanny.  Douche and recover!

Mama seemed upset, and she left.

I followed suit shortly after.  Nanny called me back up to the house, and she showed me the cancelled checks for her payments to Robert for our previous car, the Ford Tempo.  Despite the fact that I had just told her a half hour before that it was a different car, she forgot and insisted that if Robert were to "give me trouble", I should send him to her.

So I’m disinherited, my mother is angry or hurt or both (by Nanny, not me, this time), and my grandmother is forgetting things even faster than usual.

Ducky day, eh?

I have to go to Martha’s office later, in about two hours or so….sit with Memaw…the NICE grandmother…while Martha goes and gets her granddaughters.

My Mikey is sleeping, and I plan to leave him that way until he wakes up or until the time comes for me to go to the office and I’m too drunk to make it.  I accidentally put a whole lot of whiskey into my Lemon Lifter Tea.  I only meant to put a little, to ease me achin’ throat, but I poured quite a bit.  Oh fucking well!  Such is life!

Spoken like the true alcoholic I am, I sadly acknowledge.

Off to drink, drink, and hopefully be merry.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack