wombat_socho

That was what my Aunt Maureen (my godfather's widow) said as we were talking about the death of my Aunt Pat, who passed away quietly in her sleep Saturday morning. It's true; all of my father's siblings are dead now except for Uncle John, whose mind is incomplete, though at least one of his adoptive daughters is caring for him in his twilight, so he's got that going for him. I thought I might be able to be there for the memorial and interment, but the cousins scheduled it for Black Friday, and the airfare to Manchester & back all by itself was over $1000, and I just don't have the miles, credits, and/or cash to make it. Kathy says she understands and it's okay, but I still feel bad about it, because Pat was my favorite aunt on that side of the family, the O'Malley's are my favorite cousins, and it hurts that I can't be there for them.

In other news, I passed the AFSP exam pretty handily, but it looks like I need to knock out eight more hours of Federal CE to get AFSP certified with the IRS. Guess I'll do that this week.

I see there's a community Thanksgiving dinner at the Convention Center. Dunno if I'll be social and go to that, or just get a small turkey from Raley's along with the usual trimmings.

Currently reading Grandeur and Misery of Victory, which is not so much Clemenceau's memoirs as a riposte to Marshal Foch's memoirs, which apparently took some shots at the former PM. Also rereading Alliance Unbound.