court day!

court was today.

court? why did i have to go to court today? to show up as an heir to my father.

to settle some estates.

Grandma died in 2012. nothing was done with The Farm.

Larry (my uncle) died in 2017. nothing was done with The Farm.

my family commandeered Grandma’s house. no one was living in it, since my uncle died, and our trailer was going to shit.

then my father died.

so, who owns what now?

well, to the best i know, Grandma’s name was still on everything and with half of her children dead, why changed anything? my aunt, Elaine, didn’t want to change anything “too much” in case any one of my dead relatives would come back.

from the dead.

so, some how my brother sorted out that we could sue, someone (?), to settle father’s estate and thusly, settle ALL THE FUCKING SHIT THAT HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR THE PAST 13 YEARS!

by the end of the year, the house could have my name on it.

and that reminds me of a story.

once upon a time, young Amer read every fucking book on the Salem Witch trails in the library. just started top left and read down the shelf.

what she remembers is most of the women accused were older, had property, and no men folk in charge of them. see, if you got arrested, the cops got all your stuff.

me getting my name on this house would put me on a witch goal i never knew i wanted.

i saw signs yesterday. i keep wanting to make an ancestor altar but something keeps me from it.

and now i think i know why.