HAPPY EASTER!!

Self-Promotional Easter Note: Those who have been coming around here for less than a year may have missed my take on the Easter Bunny.

Until yesterday, I had never heard of NAUPA. It is the National Association of Unclaimed Property Administrators, which is an association of state treasurers, and similar state officials, who administer unclaimed property in each of the states. NAUPA offers a free search tool, which directs you first to the appropriate state site, which then permits the entry of a name to determine whether the state is retaining unclaimed property belonging to someone with that name.

I learned about it after a friend of mine in Hawaii went to the site and discovered that the states of Hawaii and New Jersey were holding unclaimed property belonging to his decease brother-in-law and deceased aunt, respectively. He had written to me, because he thought that he also had found the name of my deceased mother at the Jersey site.

I went to the NAUPA site and navigated to the New Jersey Unclaimed Property Site, and determined that the person in question did have the same first name as my mother and was from the same town, but had a different address. However, I was sufficiently intrigued to pop in the surnames of grandparents, and up popped the name and address of an aunt, who is very much alive, but who had moved away several years ago from the address listed for her in the search result. I dropped her a note directing her to the site, which contains the instructions for making a claim.

You might want to give it a look. One never knows.

Yes, six days into the meds, and I am feeling much, much better, thank you. In fact, I feel about 90% normal, which is quite amazing, given the way I felt last Monday. I have benefited from lots of horizontal and comfortable chair time, aided by a stack of books– generally potboilers, rather than any heavy-duty stuff — to help pass the time.

So, you ask, “Yo, Jimbo what was wrong? Enquiring minds want to know.”

Well, let’s just say that it was an infection (of unknown etiology) that I have experienced twice before over the last dozen years, and it resides in a spot where no male wants to have an infection. Its symptoms? Let’s just say that, while sitting or lying absolutely still (and properly “supported”), things are OK, but moving around or (gasp!) standing up requires a bit of mental preparation for the surge of pain that would normally accompany a swift kick in the stindeens. (Ladies, it may not be the pain of childbirth, but it’s gotta be right up there.)

Indeed, today, I feel well enough that I might even do a bit of regular posting later, now that I don’t have to deal with the “Holy Shit!!” moment that previously would have been part of standing up. In fact, tomorrow, we will be heading off to daughter’s house for a MAHvelous Easter dinner.

I want to thank everyone for sending me their best wishes in comments, e-mails and phone calls. I read the comments and e-mails during the brief periods of standing in front of the computer, which were part of side-trips on the way to the bathroom. I was moved and inspired by them. And, as for the comments left by these three smartasses these three friends of mine, which made me laugh when I didn’t feel much like laughing, let me stress that I did not, do not, and never have had a venereal disease, but thanks for the laugh. Of course, I may personally serve you bastards with process in Jekyll.