Mom & Me One Archive: 2002-2003
The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.

7 minute Audio Introduction to The Mom & Me Journals

My purpose in establishing and maintaining this journal
is to undermine the isolation of the caregiving experience
by offering all, especially our loved ones, a window into our lives.
As I post to this journal I think of our loved ones and their families,
how busy and involved we all are, and that,
if and when they come to this site they can be assured
that they will miss nothing in our lives and will, thereby, recognize us
and relax easily into our arms and our routines
when we are again face to face.

Legend of Journal Abbreviations
 APF = A Prescott Friend (generic) 
 DU = Dead Uncle 
 LTF = Long Time Friend a.k.a: 
   MFASRF = My Fucking Anal San Rafael Friend 
 MA = Mom's Accountant 
 MCF = My Chandler Friend(s) 
 MCS = My Colorado Sister 
 MDL = My Dead Lover 
 MFLNF = My Former Lover Now Friend 
 MLDL = My Long Distance Lover 
 MFA = Mom's Financial Advisor 
 MFS = My Florida Sister 
 MPBIL = My Phoenix Brother-in-Law 
 MPF = My Phoenix Friend (generic) 
 MPNC = My Phoenix NieCe 
 MPNP = My Phoenix NePhew 
 MPS = My Phoenix Sister 
 MS = Mom's Sister 
 MTNDN = My Treasured Next Door Neighor 
 OCC = Our Construction Company 
Saturday, March 02, 2002
 
To MFASRF: Nothing new here.
    Oh, except we completely restructured my mother's stock portfolio yesterday. And, I might consider refinancing our house in Prescott. MFA suggested it yesterday. I told him I won't do it unless it costs nothing, relieves us of at least $100 a month in payments and I don't have to do anything. MFA said he knows a guy who might do that as a favor to him. So, I might be getting my business feet wet, again, here shortly. Or, I guess, they already are.
Friday, March 01, 2002
 
To MFASRF: I think this doctor...
...is going to be responsible for adding a year or two and some alertness to my mother's life. It's funny, MFS always shudders (for me, she says), when I mention to her that I think our mother's life is stretching out longer than we thought. I have shuddered, before, over this, but I am not doing that, now.
     I fought moving down to the Valley last fall...then, accomplished it in one motivated day, the day before Thanksgiving. I expected to be fighting moving back up to Prescott this spring. But I am not. I am surprised. My mother is remembering, again, as she does seasonally, why she is glad we have that house up there. As regular as clock work.

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