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My Life, now with 50% more drama
Dec. 27th, 2006 07:15 pmMy Christmas, at least, was peaceful.
I spent Christmas Eve with my mom, and it was a pleasant evening. Christmas Day, after mom and I went to Mass, I went over to my dad's house and spent time with him.
Tuesday morning I got up, packed up the car, and drove back home so I could go to work. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from my dad. A city housing inspector had shown up at mom's house that morning. To make a long story short, she announced that the basement had not been sufficiently repaired and she was posting it as 'not habitable' until the repairs were finished. And she was giving my mom 24 hours to pack and get out. I was, to put it mildly, flummoxed by this. Mom's been living in it just fine for more than a month now, and she never goes down into the basement, so why is it a problem?
So, this morning I went back and got my mom. Dad suggested that Mom go and visit her brother or sisters; Mom insists that Dad needs to get her an apartment until the house is fixed. I have decided that she's going to stay with me, because recent experience has left me with the following conclusions: Mom's side of the family cannot be relied on to be useful in a crisis; and my mom cannot be relied on to plan on her own behalf. At the risk of sounding unfilial, I am becoming more and more terrified at the thought growing old and becoming like her.
In the meantime, I have had some pleasant things happen in the last few days. I can't go into them now, alas--Linda is going to call me after her daughter's diving practice and we are going to go out and socialize a little.
I spent Christmas Eve with my mom, and it was a pleasant evening. Christmas Day, after mom and I went to Mass, I went over to my dad's house and spent time with him.
Tuesday morning I got up, packed up the car, and drove back home so I could go to work. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from my dad. A city housing inspector had shown up at mom's house that morning. To make a long story short, she announced that the basement had not been sufficiently repaired and she was posting it as 'not habitable' until the repairs were finished. And she was giving my mom 24 hours to pack and get out. I was, to put it mildly, flummoxed by this. Mom's been living in it just fine for more than a month now, and she never goes down into the basement, so why is it a problem?
So, this morning I went back and got my mom. Dad suggested that Mom go and visit her brother or sisters; Mom insists that Dad needs to get her an apartment until the house is fixed. I have decided that she's going to stay with me, because recent experience has left me with the following conclusions: Mom's side of the family cannot be relied on to be useful in a crisis; and my mom cannot be relied on to plan on her own behalf. At the risk of sounding unfilial, I am becoming more and more terrified at the thought growing old and becoming like her.
In the meantime, I have had some pleasant things happen in the last few days. I can't go into them now, alas--Linda is going to call me after her daughter's diving practice and we are going to go out and socialize a little.
