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I'm at the halfway point of my visit to my Mom's and it couldn't come a minute too soon.
The day started off all right. I walked around the neighborhood some more, listening to the now-strange bird calls and looking up at the Spanish moss & magnolias. I filled up two cans full of pulled or cut weeds and limbs from a fallen tree.
But around 1100 a powerful stench alerted me to the hall bathroom, where foul water was starting to spill out into the hall. What about Mom's bathroom? Yeah, sewage in the shower, jacuzzi, and spilling out of her toilet as well. I coordinated with the United Sister Front, then called the plumber. My mom, caregiver S, and I mopped up as best we could. We couldn't use the toilets or sinks in the house, natch.
I studied tons of Spanish and napped while we waited for the plumber. S got us sammiches and, I hope, peed in Jimmy John's bathroom.
The plumber didn't arrive until 1800. I got to pee in the bushes without a penis; that squatting is a little hard on the knees at my age. Thank goodness a) my mom left several big bushes intact and b) Mrs. V next door doesn't spend much time in her back yard. Sure enough, Mom had flushed some diapers. Again. There's probably no point in telling her not to.
Today I stayed away from forbidden subjects, namely finance, booze, and Mom's very real need for caregivers. Go me?
I want out of here. Good Goddess.
The day started off all right. I walked around the neighborhood some more, listening to the now-strange bird calls and looking up at the Spanish moss & magnolias. I filled up two cans full of pulled or cut weeds and limbs from a fallen tree.
But around 1100 a powerful stench alerted me to the hall bathroom, where foul water was starting to spill out into the hall. What about Mom's bathroom? Yeah, sewage in the shower, jacuzzi, and spilling out of her toilet as well. I coordinated with the United Sister Front, then called the plumber. My mom, caregiver S, and I mopped up as best we could. We couldn't use the toilets or sinks in the house, natch.
I studied tons of Spanish and napped while we waited for the plumber. S got us sammiches and, I hope, peed in Jimmy John's bathroom.
The plumber didn't arrive until 1800. I got to pee in the bushes without a penis; that squatting is a little hard on the knees at my age. Thank goodness a) my mom left several big bushes intact and b) Mrs. V next door doesn't spend much time in her back yard. Sure enough, Mom had flushed some diapers. Again. There's probably no point in telling her not to.
Today I stayed away from forbidden subjects, namely finance, booze, and Mom's very real need for caregivers. Go me?
I want out of here. Good Goddess.
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Date: 2021-05-30 01:48 am (UTC)From: