(This was just venting and I wasn't really intending to post it, but hey, warts an' all)
I will say your performance last Sunday was quite good, but as R commented later, an actress you are not. Yes you shake, as do I. It is in our genes, but that was a bit over the top and the public display of being too scared to open your electric bill, with shaking hands, half opening it and then then handing it over to R to open was quite pathetic.
Tradie Brother reported back to me that you were somewhat annoyed because I said you need to budget. I suggested that $100 per week put away would cover your bills. You intimated that I did not understand, because you don't have any money and so cannot budget. Mother, that is when you do need to budget. I don't have to now, but I have in the past. When you don't have enough money, that is when you need to budget.
Mother, it was great for the kiddies to attend for my birthday. It wasn't the best choice of venue. The weather was so lovely, it should have been a picnic. But all in all, you made my birthday a fucking well lousy day.
Do you think your grand kiddies are going to want to continue to see you when all you do is moan on about being lonely, having no money and your medical problems?
I had already put $100 on you bench to cover your plumbing costs, that Tradie Brother spent four hours investigating today, crawling around under your house and working out how the leaking pipe can be fixed.
Then I was presented fait accompli with your electric bill to pay. Ok, you did say you will pay me back at $50 per fortnight, but if you really intend paying the money back, why not borrow the money from ABI Brother who you see daily and who it would be easy to repay? As wonderful as he is to you, he is smart enough to not go down the road of lending you money.
There will be no more Mother. Yes, we agreed to pay council rates, health insurance and pay if a major appliance breaks down and that is it. There will be no more filtering quarterly council rates notices for payment through me either. First notice goes to me, second to you second born and so forth. Do not pretend you don't understand the connection between the order of your rates notices and the age order of your children and send the rates notices to me to sort out whose turn it is to pay. You worry about passing on to them and not me? Let me assure, you now need to worry about passing them on to me to send on.
Mother, you have never actually had to go out and earn money to live on. Women who stay at home to raise their children, and nowadays often go without extras in life, have my full respect, but it is clearly unreasonable of me to expect you at the age of 78 to start managing your money wisely. Nevertheless, you could give it a shot.
Not only for the reason that I lack oratory skills, I'm afraid I would really struggle to speak of your wonderfulness at your funeral. This is not how I want to remember you. I will have to conjure up much earlier memories when you were much more fun.
(I thank all who have offered advice in the past. Your wise words were seriously noted. Mother is sound of mind and still physically able and makes her own decisions. We children can advise her until the cows come home, but she will do what she does, on her own terms. We are trying to make her 'harden up' as Tradie Brother expresses it, but without a lot of success.