After the snow
Feb. 14th, 2005 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThe snow is so gone. And my day is a little nuts.
Work is busy and Mom is making me nuts and my neck and shoulder may just be amputated by me here very shortly.
On the up side, my Woot FedEx number finally came to life and it looks like it will either be delivered today or the battle with FedEx over their non-delivery will begin today. Always fun to see which way that wind blows.
Mom is giving me 3,000/3/thankyoujesus vibes. I think her muscles are getting better but she won't give me a straight answer.
Mom: They told me I had to stay in bed for 5 days.
Me: That makes sense but you've already been in bed for nearly 10 days.
Mom: Well, I don't know, I just do what they tell me.
Me: Well, are you still in pain?
Mom: It is better. -
Etc. etc. etc. They are, apparently, having a bit of a flu thing going through 'the home' so they told all the inmates (that's what Mom calls 'em) to stay in their rooms. Since she's confined to her bed, I'm not really sure why it matters. She really makes no sense a lot of the time and I let that, alone, drive me crazy. And I could call the person in charge of her area of the 'home' but that woman REALLY makes me nuts and her idea of a quick convo will take us into the Christmas holidays if I called right now.
She keeps saying things like 'I have to go through the tax stuff so I can give it to the accountant.' I've told her about a bajillion times that I have talked the accountant and all she needs to do is call him, let him ask a few questions, and he can get whatever he needs on his own. But, she needs to call him. 'I don't think I can do that today because of all this flu stuff.'??????????????
And she says she has to buy new tires for the car. This is the car that she will never ever ever drive again. That she currently pays $1,500 a year in taxes and insurance for. Forgodsake, do NOT spend any money on new tires. 'But your brother took it in for a check up and they said it needed tires.' 1) They probably don't know it will be driven a total of 36 miles in the next 12 months. 2) The name of the place he took it is Hay Tire! What the fuck are they going to tell him - your tires are fine??!!!
Two of my LJ friends had entries today with parental conversations - one with her Dad and another with her Mom. My deal with my Mom is entirely different but it is so nice to have company in the parental snake pit.
And I really really really wish I knew of a massage place that I could fall into on the way home and have them knead my neck and shoulders well. I found one website and sent an email this morning and heard nothing. If people have websites with an email address that they list for contact, why in the fuck don't they answer it? Do they not answer the phone? If they aren't going to answer email can't they please say that on their website?
Ok, so I had a few more issues than I realized when I started this entry. I need to think lovely thoughts. Breathe... as my friend, Gail used to say, out with the bad stuff and in with lovely healing thoughts... Repeat...
Work is busy and Mom is making me nuts and my neck and shoulder may just be amputated by me here very shortly.
On the up side, my Woot FedEx number finally came to life and it looks like it will either be delivered today or the battle with FedEx over their non-delivery will begin today. Always fun to see which way that wind blows.
Mom is giving me 3,000/3/thankyoujesus vibes. I think her muscles are getting better but she won't give me a straight answer.
Mom: They told me I had to stay in bed for 5 days.
Me: That makes sense but you've already been in bed for nearly 10 days.
Mom: Well, I don't know, I just do what they tell me.
Me: Well, are you still in pain?
Mom: It is better. -
Etc. etc. etc. They are, apparently, having a bit of a flu thing going through 'the home' so they told all the inmates (that's what Mom calls 'em) to stay in their rooms. Since she's confined to her bed, I'm not really sure why it matters. She really makes no sense a lot of the time and I let that, alone, drive me crazy. And I could call the person in charge of her area of the 'home' but that woman REALLY makes me nuts and her idea of a quick convo will take us into the Christmas holidays if I called right now.
She keeps saying things like 'I have to go through the tax stuff so I can give it to the accountant.' I've told her about a bajillion times that I have talked the accountant and all she needs to do is call him, let him ask a few questions, and he can get whatever he needs on his own. But, she needs to call him. 'I don't think I can do that today because of all this flu stuff.'??????????????
And she says she has to buy new tires for the car. This is the car that she will never ever ever drive again. That she currently pays $1,500 a year in taxes and insurance for. Forgodsake, do NOT spend any money on new tires. 'But your brother took it in for a check up and they said it needed tires.' 1) They probably don't know it will be driven a total of 36 miles in the next 12 months. 2) The name of the place he took it is Hay Tire! What the fuck are they going to tell him - your tires are fine??!!!
Two of my LJ friends had entries today with parental conversations - one with her Dad and another with her Mom. My deal with my Mom is entirely different but it is so nice to have company in the parental snake pit.
And I really really really wish I knew of a massage place that I could fall into on the way home and have them knead my neck and shoulders well. I found one website and sent an email this morning and heard nothing. If people have websites with an email address that they list for contact, why in the fuck don't they answer it? Do they not answer the phone? If they aren't going to answer email can't they please say that on their website?
Ok, so I had a few more issues than I realized when I started this entry. I need to think lovely thoughts. Breathe... as my friend, Gail used to say, out with the bad stuff and in with lovely healing thoughts... Repeat...
