Mom picked the wrong day to call yersterday. As you know I was in a bad mood.
she left a message for my sister telling her to call back because it's urgent.
she deals mostly my sister because she has the harder time standing up to mom.
The urgent matter?
She wanted my sister to take a taxi down to the nurseing home to bring her one of her tapistries from our closet, right away.
the thing is that we were plaing a move in the next couple of days to bring her, her couch and wingback chair. So why couldn't she wait till then? (she dosn't have the room for it anywhere) but we have decied that it's not worth argueing and i personally think it's going to be kind of fun when she tells the nurses trying to come in the room to give her a sponge bath to just move the chair out into the hall and then put it back when they are done. wonder how long they will put up with that? start placeing your bets now)
My sister was actually going to do it, get into the taxi and bring her the tapistries.
also I find out her list has gotten longer. Where she thinks she has room for a decon's bench i have no idea. I supose she could hange it from the ceiling.
Well I have had it with my father's apartment being turned into my mother's persoanl storage unit. We have been up to our heads in my mother's stuff for too long. Now we are under siege with my departed uncles belongings.
Certin item we thought we would be keeping because well she dosn't have the room are now on the list. But mom in the best of her years wasn't very good with spacela logic.
So I called her up and told her that if she wanted to treat dad's apartment like a storage unit then she should be paying rent. I might have used stornger words. She did what she always does when she dosn't like what she hears. She hung up the phone.
So sick of being hung up on, I put my shoes on and left for the nursing home.
When I got there she didn't want to talk to me. but I found a new weapon "okay fine" , I said "you don't want to talk to me. I'm just going to arrange to get a social worker or somother mediator to work this out, bye untill then."
here's a weird side note. My mother's eyes have dramtically changed colour. she used have muddy green eyes like Julia, now they are a yellow!
So she agreed to hear what i had to say and that was.
This last move is it. anything of her's left in the apartment is ours to do with as we please and if an item on her list is not deleviered then toughf luck, it's lost and we dont' want to hear about it.
Simple enough. She agreed, though you know she wont be able to stick to those condions, but I have talked to Julia and told her in the case of mom's shit I'm in charge. That means I get to say no alot. God I love that word. I left right away but not before my mother wanted me to take all the pictures down of me in her room. How funny is that, I guess that speaks a lot about her dependance on people , but you would think she would ask someone eles to do it. I told her she was being a child.
I'm leaving out the part of they day where on the bus I was fondled by a strange indina man, only to be recsued by another man of the same desent.
I can't wait till the poor movers come to the nurseing home and try and deliver all that stuff to her. She has no where to put it. I wouldn't want to be them for a million dollars. We are leaving instuctions, no matter what happens , do not bring anything back here.
So there's that story, but that wasn't the end of the day.
it ended with me helping my sister to throw up.