Vortex, considering personality and recent unwanted and resented changes in her life, is there any possibility she could be having organic mental issues? Would it be worth speaking to her doctor and having it checked out, just to cover your bases? I don't mean to speak out of turn, but when I dealt on a regular basis with a difficult relative, I did miss signs of an actual illness because I attributed behavior to general crankiness when it was something more serious.
I wouldn't be surprised. I have tried to get her to see a medical/mental health professional, but the closest she has come is saying that she was going to check herself into a hospital in New Mexico for a month. And that wasn't because she really needed that level of care she wanted to scare my brother and I into doing what she wanted.
And even if we could get her to see someone, I suspect that the second she heard something that she didn't want to hear, she would simply dismiss it and say "we both have Ph.D.s, we just disagree". Not that I don't keep trying.
Not that I don't keep trying.
This is important. Still, I wish your mom wasn't falling apart all over you.
Dear sweet heavens, a 37 yo guy on OKC just messaged me who in his profile admits that he borrowed "Eclipse" from his niece and it "turned out pretty good." As Tom said last night when I read him something from someone else's profile (creepy free-form "poem"), "Kill it with fire."
Announcement: I have now, twice in a row, opened a can of tuna instead of cat food.
Result: tuna salad for lunch
Analysis: need to store them in separate cabinets
Even my cat's tuna goes in the cat food cupboard and not the Cass food cupboard. Because of exactly that, smonster.
Announcement: I have now, twice in a row, opened a can of tuna instead of cat food
Better than the other way around.
Vortex, I'm sorry that things with your mother continue to be so difficult.
sj makes a very valid point.
Dallas report -- fed her canned food which she nommed eagerly and asked for more. Suhweet.
smonster! I thought of you this morning because we were at the park and an apparently unaccompanied four-year-old came up and asked to walk Darby.
I initially demurred on the grounds that Darby was probably happier wandering around off the leash right now. She was not buying it because, as she explained, "when I was a dog I was on the leash Every Day."
(She did turn out to have an uncle at the other end of the park who was paying no attention to her at all.)
Yay Dallas!
I heard, second hand, that my grandparents were very racist (especially on my mom's side). My folks told them they could believe what they wanted, but if they spouted off about it around my sister or me, they'd never see us again. So I didn't have to deal. I have no idea what the grandparents thought of GLTBQ issues.
For their time and place, my folks were pretty cool. They calcified a bit with age and got a bit more religious than I was comfortable with, but that's not unusual.
