I'm sitting in a hair salon getting my hair colored and cut for the first time in six months. I did get a bang trim a few months ago, but from a village barber lady. I only trust the guy I'm seeing today in Prague. He did a great job last time. I like him, but boy does he talk fast and a LOT (in English). I have to really concentrate as he speaks with a Vietnamese accent. He's out smoking while my color sets. Reprieve!

This is not a casual statement when I say I am exasperated with my sister. After loads of stress and likely nearly $3,000 in lawyer fees (my lawyer), she did a 180 and stated she might decide not to buy me out of remaining land of our dad's estate. From the day I arrived in the US for the funerals, she stated she wanted to to keep it in her family. Now and only now (four months later) she's considering the cons. She even admited (not realizing how bad it came across, or who knows) that her plan was to maybe buy it to only immediately put it on the market for a profit. Hers. How nasty is that?!?! I'm hurt and furious. I did not respond to that email. She almost never calls. I will say nothing. She (or she and her husband) is a vulture. As my last biological immediate family member, along with her son, this is yet another kind of loss for me. I told Hubby that I bet that her husband even voiced that it was a shame I didn't die soon after Dad, too. I bet he wishes my sister inherited it all. You can't imagine my grief.