TODD.

 TODD

 

Sometimes we learn something every day. Today it was something different about how to transfer property to your children without having to go through probate with one’s will. The TODD means “transfer on death deed.” That simplifies things unless the transfer is some great amount of money or property. Sounds reasonable to me. You take the TODD and the death certificate to the court house or tax office (or both) and simply transfer things to your name. It may take just a bit of research, but it sounds much less expensive than having a will made out. The cost may be different depending on the lawyer involved with a will, but mine was expensive in my estimation. Anyway, if it has zero or at least less cost involved than what we had to do for our wills, then it makes perfect sense to do it this way. This is just a hint to anyone who cares about letting your child/children have your property without having to put it in your will. Bank accounts are totally different anyway. Just POD—paid on death—with the death certificate takes care of that one.

 

Another lazy day. Some laundry washed and dried, and maybe it will get folded and put a way in a bit. MAYBE tomorrow a trip for chicken at United and then to the feed store for chicken feed. Make one trip do it. Just not a great amount of energy for much of anything. Have started a new book about two ladies in England who work together in upscale homes doing secretarial work (one of them) or work as a seamstress and laundry work for the other. It is a murder mystery where the murder happened years ago. Anyway, it is less likely to cause me to think about anything bleak than some of the books in my Kindle app. One book just finished was about a cat who was a detective who worked with a police dog. Kinda cute. No great depth in this kind of reading, but at least it is light-hearted.

 

Michelle Malay let me know last night that the chicken breasts were on for 97 cents a pound. That is cheaper than the whole chickens—with less waste. So that is the next “major” purchase at United. She had to ask the butcher to get them for her as all they had out was thighs and drumsticks. The breasts are a much better value. More meat and less bone. She had already given me a rain check that she got when they had these on sale before. That will be the first stop in the morning after the manager gets there. No sense going late in the evening or too early in the morning. Don’t want to have to negotiate for chicken parts!

 

Made a roast beef type of taco thing this afternoon. Thompson does not usually beg, but he did stand over there by his chair and let out a whimper. Yes, he got the last bite. They will probably have to have one more meal today. Thompson just had his aspirin for the day. Someone forgot his pills earlier. Poor baby. Getting old is not for sissies or gentle dogs either.

 

Really don’t know much except that life keeps going on. That does seem to beat the alternative. Let’s pray for those who are battling against cancer, diabetes, and all the assorted diseases that face mankind. Let those with depression be in our prayers that they may have peace of mind. And let the care-givers be strengthened to be able to take care of those who so desperately need their care.

 

Pray for rain for Texas and other areas that so desperately need a good soaking.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.