A better Saturday call
Nov. 13th, 2004 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisFor the past two Saturdays, if not more, my calls to Mom have been a mess. This morning I woke up ready. And it worked. I did not get sucked into any argument although she tried.
She has a 40 year old mink coat. She believes that it is very valuable. In 2004 in Charleston, SC. PETA does not hang out there and throw fake blood on people wearing animal fur, not so much because they aren't politically embraced but more because it is never cold enough to wear anything like that comfortably. Mom has been convinced that selling it is not an option. Now she wants to donate it for a tax deduction. I made a stab at reminding her that she does not have enough taxable income to make that a viable option. She said that was not true. I tried to change the subject unsuccessfully.
Her main concern is that she wants to donate it this year and deduct it next year. I said why doesn't she just hold on to it for 2 months and she said that she didn't have room for it and I said we could put it into the storage unit and she said that Polly said it would deteriorate there. I didn't even consider pointing out the obvious. I just tried to change the subject. She has spent a week taking out the initials that are embroidered in the lining. She almost has one of the three initials done. I asked her why she was taking the initials out and she said it was so that no one would know where it came from.
I tried once again to change the subject. This time I was successful only to learn that she has invited her friend Libba to have Thanksgiving with us. Libba pisses me off faster than any living human.
Having downed my chill pill before the call, I handled it all cheerily.
On the up side, she reports that Daddy's DSL modem arrived. She misses email but mainly she misses watching her stocks and finding out what the weather is in the places where she has friends and family.
And the weather here looks perfect for walking and as soon as daylight hits, I'm putting my feet on the street.
She has a 40 year old mink coat. She believes that it is very valuable. In 2004 in Charleston, SC. PETA does not hang out there and throw fake blood on people wearing animal fur, not so much because they aren't politically embraced but more because it is never cold enough to wear anything like that comfortably. Mom has been convinced that selling it is not an option. Now she wants to donate it for a tax deduction. I made a stab at reminding her that she does not have enough taxable income to make that a viable option. She said that was not true. I tried to change the subject unsuccessfully.
Her main concern is that she wants to donate it this year and deduct it next year. I said why doesn't she just hold on to it for 2 months and she said that she didn't have room for it and I said we could put it into the storage unit and she said that Polly said it would deteriorate there. I didn't even consider pointing out the obvious. I just tried to change the subject. She has spent a week taking out the initials that are embroidered in the lining. She almost has one of the three initials done. I asked her why she was taking the initials out and she said it was so that no one would know where it came from.
I tried once again to change the subject. This time I was successful only to learn that she has invited her friend Libba to have Thanksgiving with us. Libba pisses me off faster than any living human.
Having downed my chill pill before the call, I handled it all cheerily.
On the up side, she reports that Daddy's DSL modem arrived. She misses email but mainly she misses watching her stocks and finding out what the weather is in the places where she has friends and family.
And the weather here looks perfect for walking and as soon as daylight hits, I'm putting my feet on the street.
