Tuesday: Mom had dinner with us for the 4th of July. She was disappointed because "That Girl" (Girlfriend2 who evidently has no name) was unable to eat with us. I "made too much food, and why would you do that". Holiday, maybe?
Wednesday: This started the beginning of the week of terrors. Mom called to tell me her freezer was not freezing properly and it scared her. Also the tree had another small branch fall, and that scared her. (Please pray, if you are so inclined, that July 17 and 18 will be rain free. We are having the power lines dropped so dry weather is critical for the two day projected removal operation.) My Beloved Sister ran by Mom's on her way home from work. Mom had to show her that her freezer was not working by taking the ice cream out of the freezer and sticking her thumb in the middle of it. I guess a spoon could not have demonstrated that correctly. Now MBS and I are secretly calling Mom, "Little Nan Horner"but she has yet to find a plum.
Thursday: Mom called and woke me early to let me know her freezer was still not working well and asked if I could come look at it. She was too scared to check on it. I asked her if her refrigerator was still cooling but she didn't know. Since I know nothing about repairing refrigerators I called Danny to go take a look at it. (Repairman I have used exclusively since I was in my early 20's). She was not sure about being alone with Danny since she could not explain what was going on with her refrigerator. I told her that is why I called him. He has the knowing of appliance repair that I am not privy to. She still wanted me to come wait until he got there, even though he had told me he was covered up for the day and would probably not be there until Friday. I was not about to wait in her hot house all day. (Anyone else have a mom who keeps her a/c set on a balmy 83?)
Friday: Danny came and found the unit had frozen, so it needed to thaw before he could take a look at it. The refrigerator was pulled out and unplugged. Thanks to My Beloved Sister who helped Mom move all her cold items to her basement fridge. More horrors__Danny does not work on weekends so it would be Monday before he got back to her.
Since she was scared and had no upstairs refrigeration I had her come eat dinner with us. "That Girl" was here then, so she was somewhat happy, but I still made "too much food".
Saturday: Mom called at the crack of dawn. There was water in the finished part of her basement. Before I went flying down there I asked how much water there was, thinking a pipe had burst and it had flooded. There was a puddle__from the refrigerator that she had put no towels around to catch the thawed previously frozen liquid so it followed the path of least resistance and ran through the minuscule opening where the water line connects with her refrigerator through the ceiling tiles and onto the downstairs den floor. It wiped up with one bath towel, so it couldn't have been much of a puddle to begin with, but it ruined the ceiling and she was scared. I told her I would replace the scary dropped ceiling tiles next week, but I would not do it right then. Since I would not fix them immediately, she put on her finery and went to a 90th birthday party for a friend of hers (Thank you Malcomb, for having a sit down luncheon for your birthday celebration), then she went home, took a nap, then attended a dinner function with us. Later she told MBS that the event (dinner and a musical revue) was just OK. It makes me really glad we asked her to go.
Sunday: She was down in the dumps because she had never been faced with so many horrible things in her life. Evidently she had no idea they had repairs and maintenance done around the house for the entire 63 years she and Dad were married. We keep saying we don't know whether to thank Dad for taming the beast or curse him for creating the monster.
And what you might ask are all the horrible things she is facing? The tree in her front yard, a shrub that she had to remove when she had a sprinkler system put in, a wounded refrigerator, a fire ant bed near her walkway, and possible moles in her back yard down by the creek. Terrifying, right?
Monday: Once again I got an early morning phone call asking when I thought Danny might be there. She was alarmed because it was 8:30 and she thought he might stop at her house first. When I told her he probably followed a geographic order working his way from his office outward she was terribly disappointed. (Again!) I do not know when all service people will realize her needs should always be served first. Anyway she needed a new motor* and he replaced it but she was so upset she had to come here and have a glass of iced tea, because she had not heard "ice tinkling in a glass for a long time." (Her words, honest to God. It had to be at the very latest Friday night when she came here or Saturday night when she went with us to because she had iced tea both nights.)
And now we begin a new week fraught with hidden terrors and horrors, and early morning phone calls. And I begin a new week going to her house and lugging all her cold food upstairs so she can put it back in the fridge and freezer.
*You don't pay Danny at the time of service. He bills you and you send him a check. I don't care how high the bill is because it is worth every penny to not have to go shopping for the prefect refrigerator which will never be found because the models will have changed since she bought her last one and all change is bad!
And now I am off to haul all of her refrigerator stuff back upstairs which will lead to me having to have a tea party and then fitting some clothing item she has torn apart so it can be altered to fit her rapidly dwindling body.