Or just another Mom story...
Way back when Daddy first died and Mom was on her own for the first time in 55 years (1999), I met with the resident liaison at the retirement place where they live about how Mom would be protected and taken care of now that she had lost her main squeeze. I also asked her if she knew of any place in town that offered non-nursing kind of help services... somewhere between a concierge and a personal assistant on call.
She said that the daughter of a late resident had recently started a business for helping out other residents and she gave me Polly's card. It had an email address on it and I sent her a note and asked her if I could hire her for Mom's 80th birthday party... and the rest was history.
Mom would be totally lost without Polly. Totally. She's always worried that Polly does not have enough clients to make enough money to keep doing the work and if she can't keep doing the work then Mom will be lost for sure. So, she's always signing Polly's praises to anyone who will listen and might need the services or might know someone who does. She's done good - snagging people here and there but since they are all old and have a tendency to die, the work never ends.
She and Polly call her Polly's Pimp.
But then they got some competition. Dot used to work there and her husband still does and she's really 'in' with a couple of people who's staff job it is to get new people settled so they always recommend her over Polly. This pisses Mom off big time.
I had a note from Mom that Polly was taking her to get her pacemaker checked and run some errands. Here's the report:
Got it all done, including lunch at Hickory Hawg. Polly paid. She has oneDo not fuck with my Mom - she'll mow you down...
of my acquisitions all lined up forever. I took her from right under Dot's
nose. Polly is ok about the dog. It has been hard on her, but she is
bouncing back. I just got home from the Beauty Parlor. It is nap time.
Talk later.
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Date: 2005-05-19 03:14 am (UTC)