Originally posted by MarkJerling Congrats!
Does your mom live near you Racer?
She has lived within an hour drive, give or take, ever since I moved out on my own when I was around 16.
Since she sold her property and home, and beekeepers supply business and apiaries, about 15 years ago, she has been a snowbird. She bought some property up in the foothills near Sultan, Washington, and a motorhome. The first few years she drove that motorhome all over the Lower 48 from early to mid September through late March early April, catching up with family and friends and generally seeing the USA. At some point she started going to some RV park out in the Arizona desert between Phoenix and Tucson for the winter, then back to Sultan for the summer.
A couple years back she said it would be her last trip south, then she hooked the car to the tow bar and headed for Arizona.
She did the same thing last year, but I think the isolation of Covid in a desert RV park was too much. My kid brother has been supposedly fixing up a residential thing in a pole barn on her property (bleeding her dry actually, he’s been at it for almost 15 years), as he is supposed to be a carpenter. It was supposed to be finished every fall for, I dunno, 4, 5 years now. Still needs the cabinets, trim and flooring done, and I haven’t seen any progress for the last two years.
The kid disappoints me.
I don’t understand why she doesn’t just hire someone to finish it up, and stop giving my brother money when he doesn’t do anything.
It isn’t like she doesn’t have the money. When she sold the other property she got $2.3 million, and a couple hundred thousand for the business and apiary.
I don’t inquire about her finances, nor does my sister.
But I do know that mom has given large sums to my brother (supposedly paying him to build the apartment in the barn), and my sister’s daughter and her daughter’s (now) ex husband (paid off their mortgage and credit card debt)
She had her last colony of bees a couple years ago. I have snagged a few 5 gallon pails and tucked them away in the basement. I keep a few quart jars in the pantry and when I open the last one I scoop out some from a bucket and place it in a double boiler to get it like new again.
It is awesome stuff, never goes bad, and she has won blue ribbons at the state fair every year she has entered some.
I may have mentioned that mom is exhibiting signs of dementia. She got lost driving over to my place a while back, then didn’t recall having seen me at all a week later. Talking with her is an exercise in patience. She will ask about something, I’ll answer her, then a few minutes later she will ask the same thing again, like, “Are you still working, or did you retire yet?”
At dinner the other day she asked me that several times. I did manage to break the chain when I showed her some pictures of the airplane she used to own and fly, and other pictures I have from back then.