Fate intervened with the death of our friend and nearly two weeks later, the funeral is today, Thursday. I found out last Thursday and quickly sent a text to R. So this week he could not take Mother out on Thursday. She quickly responded when he told her that perhaps he could come Wednesday. He agreed. Come Tuesday evening after I had the day off, I was feeling guilty and decided to have a sickness in family leave day and go with R to see Mother. It was the usual woe is me when she called yesterday morning, I am so unwell, with her Chemist Warehouse order. It is easier and much quicker to get her CW order on the way than take her there.
She greeted us as a miserable dying old lady, as per usual. She asked me to look at the vacuum cleaner as the thing inside wasn't spinning. It is the dust spinning around in the vacuum cleaner and sure enough, the filter was clogged with talcum powder.
Lunch at the agreeable cafe followed. As per usual the lonely old unwell widow had cheered up considerably and we were laughing and joking and recounting stories. Then to the bank to see if her pension had arrived, it hadn't. Then chemist for a script to be filled where she has a growing account balance after a change of chemist hands and she had pay out her bill, bakery for cakes for afternoon teas for the next week, IGA for a couple of things, Aldi for a few things, Subway for her dinner for later but it had a long queue so she left. She then wanted Big W for underwear which she did not buy but bought a dress instead and there was another Subway nearby to buy her dinner.
Among the many things we discussed was the about to be born great grandchild for her, another great niece for me. While I know we visited ex Sis in Law each time a nephew or niece was born, I have little recollection of details. Mother has full recollection of each of her grandchildrens' births. Dates, hospitals, rooms and minute detail. She has an amazing memory, except for the order of her own children's birth. She is unable or refuses to grasp the concept that her quarterly council rates are in order of her children, that is I pay the first quarter, ABI Brother the second etc. She likes to send her rates bill to me so she doesn't have to ask the others to pay. I tell her no, just send the bill to them in order of birth, but she won't. I now post them back to her with a note as to who should be paying them.
She had bought us lamingtons for afternoon tea once back at her Shabby Shack. I cleaned her air con filters and R put her bins out for collection and then brought them back in as it was not the usual Thursday when he visited but only Wednesday.
Feeling sorry for her at all? Wondering about her neglectful children? Don't. ABI Brother shops for her almost daily and sleeps over on Friday and Saturday nights because she is scared to be alone on those nights. Tradie Brother took her out for a long drive last Monday to Launching Place where they lunched at a seemingly terrific hotel called Home.
Sister is a long way away and doesn't see her too often but makes up for it with cash.
While she insisted on only being happy with HBA/BUPA when we agreed to pay her health insurance, ABI Brother has swapped from BUPA to Australia Pensioner Health Insurance, which is cheaper for him. There really is no need for Mother to have private health insurance. She has never used it since we have been paying from 2009 and has always been a public patient. Now she has asked me to look at API Health Insurance and if it is the same and cheaper, maybe for what we pay it could give her 'extras' cover. No thought of reducing the amount we pay.
My mother is evil at times, but you would never meet a more charming, friendly and chatty person. I was about fifty years old before I realised how smart and manipulative she is. Little Jo said to her the week before when she went with R on take Mother out Thursday, Nanny, when I am 18 you will be 92. Will you come to my party? In spite of Mother being so unwell with multiple illnesses, including addiction to pain killers, I suspect there is a good chance she will be at Little Jo's 18th birthday.
Today is our friend's funeral. Tea and cakes with the family afterwards and then drinks and a food platter at The Greyhound later. The Greyhound does that for the wake for a regular performing drag queen or a regular customer. I'll have my sunglasses handy for the funeral.