Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

Oh, so that was it...

I've figured it out. The way I've been feeling for the last few days was apparently anticipatory depression. Take a look at the email message I received this morning:

The Court advised our office that it would require a hearing on the approval of your Final Account.  Ordinarily, accountings are approved without any kind of a hearing, and neither Don or I have ever had to attend a hearing to approve a Final Account.  They simply aren't required.  Apparently, this Court sets everything for a hearing, regardless of whether or not the Probate Code requires it. 

Obviously, we will set a hearing on the pleading as soon as possible should one, in fact, be needed.  However, since you and Don would both need to attend the hearing, I think it makes some sense to see if the Judge would consider the Final Account without a hearing, given the cost and time involved in everyone traveling to Court for a very brief hearing.

Today, our Judge is out of the office.  However, his administrator is well aware of our interest in having the Account approved without a hearing, and she has offered to have the Judge call Don and discuss it.  I expect to have a more substantial update within the next day or so.  In the meantime, thanks for your patience.

I tell you, the fun just never stops with this $#@%&* probate. If there is any justice left in our world, a burning comet will fall out of the sky and land right on top of the courthouse in that God-forsaken town.

I don't even care, at this point, what the damn judge wants to do with the pittance of money that is left in the estate. He could set the damn stuff on fire for all I care. I just want to be done with anything and everything having to do with that devil-town and all the evil people in it. I want to forget that I ever knew the name of that town or that my dad ever lived there and especially that he married a Black Widow who set her sights on him when he moved his business there. I want to be done with this whole nightmare.

Where is a freakin' flaming comet when you need one, anyway?