As I was talking to Mom this morning, she mentioned that she just got off the phone from talking with the IRS. I thought that was rather fast for them to tell her she had not gotten her return in on time! But it turned out that wasn't it; she said they sent her someone else's paperwork along with theirs. Now I was really confused; why would the IRS be sending her return and check back? They would just deposit the check and issue a refund if they overpaid.
After 10 minutes or so, what I determined was that she had actually called H&R Block about the big envelope with all the tax papers that they gave her at the end of her session with the tax preparer. And that she had 2 envelopes and the 2nd one was not theirs! I didn't remember Connie giving her 2 but she might have, or Mom might have accidentally picked up the 2nd one when she was paying at the front desk. At any rate, she called them this morning and they were sending someone over to pick it up since neither she nor Dad would be able to take the envelope to the post office to mail it back. (It's one of the 9" x 12" envelopes with a bunch of papers so she couldn't just stick a couple stamps on it and set it out with the rest of the mail.) I hope she did not screw up someone's return.
Spent a bunch of time talking with cousin Scott this evening. I think he and Mark have a much harder situation to deal with; its only the 2 of them and they live here. Aunty Daisy is in Chicago and is adamant that she can do everything by herself, even though she can't. She's not allowed to drive or cook because she is a hazard to herself and others. And she doesn't want anyone to come in to help or even to have the neighbors check up on her daily.
Scott asked about Aunty Daisy coming to live with Mom and Dad. Although Mom would like that, it would drive Dad up the wall. As it is, with just Mom he is frequently at the end of his rope with her because she will incessantly do something that she has already done. And she frequently gets frustrated when she can't do it and either wants him to help but says he is doing it wrong or won't let him help but gets mad at him anyway. It would be twice as bad if Aunty Daisy were there also. It was difficult, but I had to tell Scott no, it would be disastrous for Dad to have her there.
I did send him an e-mail later to warn him that if Aunty Daisy started getting paranoid and calling the police when she thinks someone had eaten her food or moved things or taken things or whatever, that neither he nor Aunty Daisy would have a choice any more. She would need to either have live-in help 24/7 or go in to assisted living or move in with someone; she would not be able to stay by herself.
That's what happened with my brother's in-laws; they started calling their local police department on Maui. After the 3rd call the Maui PD called Curt and Lori and told them they had to do something about them because they could not be constantly responding to false 911 calls. So they moved in with him; they don't miss being in their own home on Maui. I don't think they even have a clue that they will never be going back.
Happy Birthday to April!
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