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.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
7 minute Audio Introduction to The Mom & Me Journals
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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