My mother had a couple of checks to deposit, so we went to the bank today.
Walt asked why we didn't just use an ATM machine and I told him that she was set in her
ways and liked doing her banking in the bank, but when we got there, she realized
it wasn't the bank she was used to in her old house and said she guessed she could use the
ATM machine. Only she couldn't because, of course, she didn't have a clue what her
PIN number was. For that we have to make an appointment and re-do her whole card. I may do
that at some point in the future. It's unlikely she will have any more checks (or many
more checks) that need to be deposited anyway, so it may be an unnecessary step.
When I got to Atria and was signing in, my friend at the desk handed me a big pile of clothes my mother had brought to the desk again, saying they weren't hers. It was the ENTIRE load of laundry I had done for her last week, including her underwear. I brought them to her apartment and she argued with me that she had NEVER had clothes that color before. I don't know if I convinced her to keep them, whether they were hers or not. I pointed out that she hasn't purchased anything new in decades, since she got all of her clothes at the thrift shop where she worked so even if they weren't hers, what difference did it make?
She said she didn't want to be walking around Atria and have someone accuse her of stealing their clothes. I didn't point out that it was unlikely anybody would know if she was wearing someone else's underwear.
But I came home and decided that when I do her laundry next time, I will have to hang it all up myself and not leave it for her to do. If I leave it on the bed, as I usually do, she can't recognize it and I'm tired of having this battle with her every time I do her laundry. (She won't do her own laundry because she's afraid she will get lost going to the laundry room--which is at the end of the hall from her apartment--and won't remember how to work the machine. She wouldn't even look at the laundry room when I tried to show it to her after she moved in, though she insisted we buy detergent and bleach.)
When I got to Atria and was signing in, my friend at the desk handed me a big pile of clothes my mother had brought to the desk again, saying they weren't hers. It was the ENTIRE load of laundry I had done for her last week, including her underwear. I brought them to her apartment and she argued with me that she had NEVER had clothes that color before. I don't know if I convinced her to keep them, whether they were hers or not. I pointed out that she hasn't purchased anything new in decades, since she got all of her clothes at the thrift shop where she worked so even if they weren't hers, what difference did it make?
She said she didn't want to be walking around Atria and have someone accuse her of stealing their clothes. I didn't point out that it was unlikely anybody would know if she was wearing someone else's underwear.
But I came home and decided that when I do her laundry next time, I will have to hang it all up myself and not leave it for her to do. If I leave it on the bed, as I usually do, she can't recognize it and I'm tired of having this battle with her every time I do her laundry. (She won't do her own laundry because she's afraid she will get lost going to the laundry room--which is at the end of the hall from her apartment--and won't remember how to work the machine. She wouldn't even look at the laundry room when I tried to show it to her after she moved in, though she insisted we buy detergent and bleach.)
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