Oh, Look at me Now

Mom is still making cryptic remarks when she is tired. Last night, she told my Sister, Ginny: 'that's a piece of snow off your roof". That describes how I feel this morning. I have to go walk Penny, then visit Mom for breakfast and lunch, because she isn't eating. Then I get to attend an eviction as Mom's representative. ( She owns a commerical property in Brooklyn)

If the tenant wasn't such a sleazebag, I'd feel apprehensive about evicting a woman with small children. This Mother, however, was no Donna Reed. Former Tenant's idea of good parenting was to smoke her pot in the hallway, so the kids wouldn't be harmed by second hand smoke. Mom had to begin eviction proceedings, and Tenant was excused the last three months' rent if she left by September 1. She did so, but as a final gesture of good will, refused to return the keys.

Like I really want to do this when Mom is hospitalized and a careless staff is going to send her home without any physical therapy if I do not make a fuss. I am getting fed up with doing the work that can and should be done by other people. Today, I'm the buliding manager, who can't take time off to attend the eviction. Last week, I was a full time home health care aide, as well as an administrator--letting staff know that Mom had been hospitalized. That is the agency's job, not mine. If I am doing their work, I want their salary, too.

OK--gotta slap on makeup and walk the Beagle. I will post about Mom's condition when I get back from the hospital