My mother, who will be 90 this year, should be my care-taker. I’m hopeless. I’m dealing with my best friend (opera buddy) who was in a horrible car accident — and now, one of his children (we’re talking 40ish) has taken him off to another State with no prior warning. For supposedly 3 fucking months or forever. Not going to happen. I’m ten years younger than my former SO and I know you want to be around your own shite. We have tickets to a Tanglewood concert in July with our Marxist friend!
Ok, back to my mother. She knows so much stuff it continues to shock me. I call her when I need my mommy. I was on the phone with her and someone rang the doorbell and was talking about windows and “free assessments” and she told him to bugger off four times. I wish she had pepper mace. She and I worry more about me than her. There was a guy on the phone who had the same shite. She told him to bugger off. My mother is a Methodist — she doesn't swear — but I did teach her that one and her retired priest (classmate of Bernie) agreed it was a good one.
I called about how do I deal with my opera buddy being taken off for 3 months to infinity? She, like my (and his) great Marxist friend said, “There will a point where he will tell them to book a flight back to his home.”
I can take care of him in my annoying but excellent cooking way. What do we do with those who aren’t ready to go but still need assistance? Same time, my dear 94 year old friend is dying. Will she make it to Mother’s Day? Who cares? We want her to be loved and safe and surrounded by loved ones.
Don’t even ask why I wrote this diary. Ok, 3 reasons. I’m a bit sad, shite-faced and my sister sent me the most brilliant skin lotion, excellent Victoria Secret bikini underpants and padded bras I don’t oppose. I look 20!! (Ok, 49ish.)
Blessings to all who have family who are passing or who are lost and need a way home.