I am home today tending to the kitchen and the laundry. Already this morning I have
- baked two batches of lemon bars to take to our synagogue’s Eat & Learn Shabbat this evening
- made and baked a Pumpkin Plum Tart, to test for Thanksgiving
- called the plumber to come on Monday morning.
I still have to
- sort and start my laundry*
- iron a bunch of stuff
- make turkey stock for turkey gravy
- unpack suitcases from 2-4 weeks ago
- clean up my dresser and my desk
Can you tell I’ve been letting things linger? My oldest brother, The Egg, described this last month as “cloudy,” and he was right. Since my father’s death, I haven’t been able to focus or accomplish much. I was basically functioning at a minimal level. Thanksgiving will be here next week, and I want things to be tidy and in order.
My biggest dilemma at the moment is how to transport my mother over here. I expected that (a) she would drive herself; or (b) I would meet her halfway and caravan back here; or (c) I would go pick her up, when my schedule permitted. None of those options were good enough for her. She claims she’s not feeling strong enough to drive herself – frankly, I think my brothers put the kibosh on that, damn them. She doesn’t want to meet halfway because she still doesn’t think she can drive an hour without getting exhausted. She will not change her personal appointments so that I can go pick her up on Tuesday. She will only make herself available to leave on Wednesday. However, my in-laws and my BIL offered to drive her over here. Problems there include my in-laws not deciding when they’re driving over here; they just arrived back in Florida yesterday. I don’t know when my BIL is coming either, or with how many children. A friend from school suggested I hire a car to pick her up and bring her here; it would cost more than a few bucks, but it would make my life so much easier. When I suggested that option to my mother, she shot that down, too, saying she didn’t want me to spend the money. At that point, I yelled at her. It was horrible, but I needed her to quit being so self-centered and start cooperating with me. Now I know why WineGuy hates it when I bait him and then box him into a corner. I learned from the master. Ugh.
*Yesterday, I got smart and called my former housekeeper, Markie, to come help me with laundry. She actually showed up today and started my mountain of wash and ironing without comment. I was worried she wouldn’t show. Why? Because after working for me for nearly 4 years, she blew me off. Didn’t show up for work for weeks. Didn’t return calls. Wasn’t at home when I drove all the way out to her house. When I finally reached her, nearly 2 months later, I cornered her into returning my keys. It sounds like she had a meltdown (breakdown?) and gave up all her cleaning work. In the intervening years, she has not hesitated to call me for legal help. Well, now I need the help, and I figure she owes me. Since my regular housekeeper, Yudi, can only get the sheets and towels done while she’s here, I’ve been contemplating hiring someone to temporarily help with the laundry
forever. I’ve extended that offer to Markie; she has to think about it.