Off to Mom's

Warmer weather, and a visit to mom’s apartment with the lawyers this morning. We’re going to open the safe, and see what’s inside of it. Other than jewelry, which wouldn’t be here, I’ve no idea what we’ll find. Important papers? No, Mom would have pretended to ignorance and incapability, which she figured men found extremely attractive in a woman, and had the lawyers take care of it all.

Buck keeps bringing me back things from the apartment – mostly books, which he figures I’d want. But she bought them by the yard, after having been assured they were good authors. I don’t want them.

But it’s time to get dressed, head over there, and figure out what I do want. From there, I mean. Forget the philosophy of life stuff!