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My Family
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11-30-2021, 08:37 AM
No Hot Bench. I argued against it despite it being Doom Watch worthy. My argument was that if my mother went on the show win or lose, the lawyer still got paid. And we didn't want the lawyer to get paid.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
11-30-2021, 09:20 AM
I'd hate to face a lawyer in a court of law. The cards seemed stacked against you.
I'm surprised, and happy, with the outcome.
I'm nobody's pony.
11-30-2021, 09:34 AM
It was a small claims case so I think she had a better shot since it was basically my mother's words against the lawyers. And from an optics standpoint, my mother is this frail little old woman up against a healthy lawyer.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. Unless, I have to visit with my mother. This year because she helped me out with my car problems when I visited I promised to come for Christmas and stay longer than a few hours. Spending the night was about all I could stand. We brought the dogs which was it's own horror story as both of them had bowel problems. I do know that when I arrived home on Sunday night, I was spent.
But this story is about my sister's boyfriend. The've been dating for at least a decade at this point and he is not well loved by my mother and older sister. They've got in their heads that he is cheap and won't pay for anything. Highly untrue, but let's not let the facts get in the way. Consequently, the boyfriend is always on his best behavior. And he's not the most forthright guy to begin with which has to be hard when surrounded by a vocal bossy bunch like my family. We are in the living room opening presents surrounded by the mountain of fragile objects d'arte my mother has accumulated. It's a minefield and the boyfriend tripped one of the mines. He swiveled the chair he was in. There was a small table right behind the chair making it impossible to swivel the chair without striking the table. On the table was a tall slender Belleek Vase, very top heavy. Chair swivels. Vase falls. Vase breaks. Could have happened to anybody sitting in that particular chair. It was unfortunate that the chair occupant was the least liked person in the house. Fortunately, the vase was only broken in two pieces. My sister put the two pieces together and attempted to put them back on the table as if that had fixed the problem. I told her to put it away until we could fix it. She looked at me like I was talking gibberish but did it anyway. My mother called for the caregiver to come fix the vase. Now, I haven't read the caregiver's handbook, but I don't think Vase repair is one of her duties. But the caregiver is a saint and how she hasn't shoved a knife in my mother's back, I don't know. The caregiver takes the vase pieces away. Sunday morning I go to Home Depot to get some paint supplies for my own project. I buy some superglue as well to fix the vase. Upon returning home, I get the pieces from the Caregiver and fix the vase. No big deal. All is right with the world. The caregiver thinks I'm a miracle worker. The boyfriend can come back to the house. As the tQ and I prepare to leave, Havoc and Mayhem start racing around with joy at the thought of departing this place. Dani is particularly frantic leaping and jumping. Naturally, she hits the small table that is next to a certain swivel chair. The vase falls again..... For whatever reason, this time the vase does not break. I place the vase back on the table before anyone notices and we quickly race away.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
05-18-2022, 08:26 AM
Ah, Karma. My sister retires in a few weeks from her job at the school. She probably would have stayed longer if the principal at the school hadn't taken a job from her she loved. The job was awarded to a younger teacher who was much closer to the principal. Rumors are their relationship was too close.
Either way, that principal was just fired. Good times.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
05-18-2022, 08:49 AM
Good.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
11-15-2022, 04:37 PM
Mom update. She fell getting off the commode. How? I don't know, especially with her watcher right there. She was transported to everyone's favorite Kaiser on Homestead. Nothing broken. But the do want her to spend a week in rehab facility getting stronger. The mind boggles at what exercises they could give my mother at this point to make her stronger. I don't think she can stand unassisted at this point.
Two odd things about the facility. It is within walking distance of my sister's condo. And my mother shares a room with one of her neighbors that she has known for at least fifty years.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
11-15-2022, 05:37 PM
Some of those old people get pretty good at falling. My mother often had odd bruises. Her specialty was falling at night when she was unsupervised.
the hands that guide me are invisible
11-15-2022, 06:46 PM
I often have odd bruises.
I'm like 'wth? where did that come from?' all the feckin time. Glad your mom didn't break anything, like her spine in four places...
Shadow boxing the apocalypse
11-15-2022, 10:16 PM
Good deal on the roomy...my mom's roomy at the facility was a kleptomaniac. Took her grabber and a couple other things when they weren't supervised and my mom didn't want to make a fuss.
Today's my mom's birthday. She's done w/ PT as of last Thurs. things seem to be pretty much back to the way they were pre-fall. With the PT gone, I have doubts that she'll keep up her exercises. He had her walking to the corner and back - more than she was moving pre-fall. For her b-day, we ended up going to Florentine which is now in Saratoga on Big Basin Way. I was worried they might have gone too upscale since moving out of Cupertino, but it seemed familiar (having not been in Florentine in ~20 years...) I had Chicken Cappellini Picante and it was exactly the right dish. I really enjoyed it. Now back to the routine: take out the trash, miscommunications while talking at high volume. We have cleaners making a return trip tomorrow, having not been here since the day she came home from the facility. I have a lot of deck clearing to do to make their job easier. Sigh... --tg
11-15-2022, 11:31 PM
You are all Good Sons. Even you, G-Man.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
11-16-2022, 06:20 AM
I'm going to say that Florentine has been there for twenty years at least. When The Florentine was at its most popular they had five restaurants around the bay. they still make the best bread.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
11-16-2022, 06:49 AM
I thought they had all closed - I didn't know that one was still there. Last time I drove by I looked for it, but it's in the back and i couldn't see it.
Sure the bread is great, but don't forget the CHEESE SPREAD.
the hands that guide me are invisible
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