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Calling Mom for Mother's Day
May. 10th, 2010 01:55 pmSince I was traveling on Sunday, I called Mom on Saturday to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day. I know the conversation with Mom isn’t going to go well when she starts off saying, “I’m going to tell you something and you’re not going to like it.”
Apparently, she had been collecting pop cans for another lady in her building at the assisted-living facility. The cans had piled up and she told the lady that if she didn’t come and get them, Mom was going to pitch them. So the lady came, but Mom decided that she didn’t want to save them for her any longer. I don’t blame her. Mom’s apartment is small and she drinks her Pepsi like most drink coffee, so the cans can pile up quickly.
So Mom wasn’t being green and pitching the cans into the trash. The little old lady started digging through Mom’s trash at the dumpster to get the cans. Mom balked when she found out, saying she didn’t want the woman going through her trash. So Mom has been pouring things like used grease and old gravy into the bags to teach the lady a lesson.
Sigh… I explained that once trash is throw away, it’s fair game. And that she could just throw the cans away in a separate bag if she knows the lady will be looking for them. And the gravy thing… sigh… how to combat that….
The lady “retaliated” by putting a sign on her door that if someone leaves cans at her door, to please wash them out and don’t put cigarette butts in them.
This set Mom off as she believes she is the ONLY smoker in the building. I asked if she was the only smoker and she said she was sure of it. I asked if she dumps her cigarette butts in the cans, she said no. I asked if she dropped cans at the lady's door, she said no. So, I explained that the note is likely for someone else.
I told Mom that she should just separate them out, put them in or next to the dumpster so the lady could just pick them up and all will be well. Mom wasn’t happy with my suggestion.
Mom will be 71 next weekend. I fear Mom is becoming the crabby old lady. It is almost comical to see the little old ladies in the building act like clique-ish college girls.
I wished her a Happy Mother’s Day and sent her several paperbacks of a new favorite author.
Apparently, she had been collecting pop cans for another lady in her building at the assisted-living facility. The cans had piled up and she told the lady that if she didn’t come and get them, Mom was going to pitch them. So the lady came, but Mom decided that she didn’t want to save them for her any longer. I don’t blame her. Mom’s apartment is small and she drinks her Pepsi like most drink coffee, so the cans can pile up quickly.
So Mom wasn’t being green and pitching the cans into the trash. The little old lady started digging through Mom’s trash at the dumpster to get the cans. Mom balked when she found out, saying she didn’t want the woman going through her trash. So Mom has been pouring things like used grease and old gravy into the bags to teach the lady a lesson.
Sigh… I explained that once trash is throw away, it’s fair game. And that she could just throw the cans away in a separate bag if she knows the lady will be looking for them. And the gravy thing… sigh… how to combat that….
The lady “retaliated” by putting a sign on her door that if someone leaves cans at her door, to please wash them out and don’t put cigarette butts in them.
This set Mom off as she believes she is the ONLY smoker in the building. I asked if she was the only smoker and she said she was sure of it. I asked if she dumps her cigarette butts in the cans, she said no. I asked if she dropped cans at the lady's door, she said no. So, I explained that the note is likely for someone else.
I told Mom that she should just separate them out, put them in or next to the dumpster so the lady could just pick them up and all will be well. Mom wasn’t happy with my suggestion.
Mom will be 71 next weekend. I fear Mom is becoming the crabby old lady. It is almost comical to see the little old ladies in the building act like clique-ish college girls.
I wished her a Happy Mother’s Day and sent her several paperbacks of a new favorite author.
