TheFertzelFam
25 02 2007Once upon a time there was a family, called the Fertzels. The Fertzel family has a farm. The Fertzel Family Farm has been a major part of all Fertzel lives for over a century. But the time has come to sell the farm, and all Fertzels must gather to disperse the family goods.
So here sits Flora Fertzel, the family member in charge of friendly dispersal.
Flora heads to the farm, photographs art/furniture/etc. to aid in foresaid disperal — creates contact sheets — sends them out — arranges for a lottery draw and common e-mail time (as Flora’s brother Flucker refuses to be in farmhouse with siblings) — and all proceeds smoothly, right?
Shit. From five o’clock this afternoon until 10 o’clock tonight, we are doing this crap. Going 1-2-3 in choosing things from around the house. Via e-mail, because to get my siblings in the same space is inviting mayhem and manslaughter. Truly every contingency seems to be planned for, but NO! One person sees a way to play the situation, and it all goes hostile. Sigh. Deep breath. Large drink of wine.
Oy…me senses the beginnings of a very good novel. Nightmare for you, entertainment to the masses. At least capitalize on the situation!!! xo
So what did you make out with?
My folks went through much the same thing when my mom-mom (dad’s mom) passed. Mostly, Dad just took whatever his sister didn’t want because he didn’t want to fight about it. I did get a nice breakfast table out of the deal, though, and a collection of shells Pop-pop and I had made.
Families. Go figure.