GOT ONE KID RIGHT!

Aron called the other day to find out how the old gimp is doing. Yes, the kid who had so much trouble with his mother has suddenly found himself and come to the conclusion that I really am not the vile witch he used to think I was. We talked for about an hour and it was wonderful. I'd almost forgotten how funny he is. Then, he dropped the bombshell! He votes Republican. I almost fell out of bed. I'm so used to my kids doing the opposite to what I do that this really threw me. He even said that he never told The Philmore because it was assumed that Aron voted Kerry (random choking sounds) that he was sure that if he fessed up to voting Bush he'd be out of the will. He's probably right on that score. He got quite a laugh when I described what I did with a bottle of Heinz ketchup the day after the election. Especially as it was Irit's ketchup. He knows as well as anyone that I don't touch, much less eat the stuff.
We talked about his sister a bit and he's horrified by her behavior and asked if she knows about the heart attack. I said that she probably does and from the same place he found out. (his father) We had a bit of a giggle over how disappointed she must have been when she found out I'd survived it. Bad luck is following her around lately. I survived, and it seems the new baby is colicky. Am I allowed to enjoy that tidbit?
I'm feeling better day by day, but still not up to writing about the thing just yet. That day isn't far off.
I had a fantastic moment at the bank. Mordy, the ass't manager who so loves to make my life a misery, had the authorization of payment letter from that life insurance policy shoved under his nose, and was told very calmly to do this, this, and that. With that amount before his very nose, he didn't have much choice than to acquiesce! It's not
$ 6500, it's $ 8100! And it should be here any day. Is it any wonder I'm feeling so much better? I'm venturing out today to sort a few things that left unsorted by my abrupt departure by ambulance.