I have had The Discussion with my mother.
At the time, I was living in California, so her request that I act as POA was unworkable. That duty fell to my uncle.
MY job is, in the event of her falling into a vegetative state or whatever, to be the one to say "Pull the plug".
There are days, I must admit, where knowing that keeps me warm inside.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOM!
Jessica, having someone else earwormed does help. I was hoping the Pacific wouldn't make that impossible.
Tommy--I agree with you. I consider experimental probability a record, not a predictor. If we were talking coin flips I could potentially see the next coin flip as a corrector, but free throws aren't random. They just are.
But the TV show I was watching last night used free throws in an example much like the one I used above. So I'm wondering what's wrong in my interpretation/retelling of the whole thing. I'm assuming that (unlike the Smithsonian) that the Discovery Channel isn't wrong.
Second of all, San Francisco does not have a crippling inferiority complex about NY.
No, no, I'm afraid when Boston got over that you inherited the mantle of #1 red-headed step child (it's amazing what winning a few sports championships will do for a city).
So it appears yesterday did not kill me.
But for reasons completely unrelated to work (well, there may have been a doughnut) today may.
I was living in California, so her request that I act as POA was unworkable
I was told that my parents being in Jamaica should serve no obstacle to them being my PoA. I mean, whoever's going to be mine will live in at least a different country, never mind state.
I was living in California, so her request that I act as POA was unworkable
I was told that my parents being in Jamaica should serve no obstacle to them being my PoA. I mean, whoever's going to be mine will live in at least a different country, never mind state.
Well, I admit to having bullshitted her a bit. I *could* have been her PoA, sure, but I didn't want to be and I also honestly felt that that duty would be better handled by someone who lived closer to her. Like my uncle.
Babe, just occured to me: think of our conversation in the car this morning.
Now think of this: We each are the designated plug pullers for our mothers.
Happy Birthday, Tom!!
Speaking of SF and it's complexes, I just bought tix to come out there at the end of May. Woot!!!
Happy Scola Day! I hope you are feeling better, and that you don't have to jump through anyone else's hoops.