September 16, 2009
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I just got an email from the IRS saying something about a suspicion that I underreported my income. This is highly unlikely as I’ve used the same accountant for the last eight years. The email provided a link to a website with my first name and a number. It’s probably bunk but I got scared.
I made the mistake of clicking on it. Not the link just the email. Is that enough to allow the virus in? I mean I hope that’s what it was; being the lesser of two evils.
Speaking of evil, all is not going well on the home front. My mother’s home is in shambles. The beams are rotting and there are many, running the whole length from the carport to the end of the living room. It’s so bad the sawdust is falling on the carpet. It’s probably not even safe to be in the house. The whole roof will have to be replaced.
Only one of the bedroom windows opens, the rest were not designed to. It was one of the first modern houses built in that area in the late ’50s. The electrical is in dangerous condition, as well.
My brother, I suspect, advised my mother to hold off on repairs. He wanted to get the house for next to nothing and fix it up himself. He can do the windows himself but I’m sure the beams and roof are daunting. The electrical, too, he’d have to hire out.
Somehow they had a cleaning party I was not invited to. I am out of the loop, as punishment for leaving town it sounds like. Also they planned a memorial service while I was gone, something we had agreed not to do. I wrote an email to them saying I would rather spend money on the house and hire professional cleaners. Or at least pay those of us who like to clean so I wouldn’t feel so guilty. They know I hate to clean. For some reason my youngest sister feels “obliged” because of her “inheritance.” She is all hung up about that duo which I can’t figure out.
But what really got me yesterday was that Robi…called and said if I wanted to come over and clean that she was there. When she added that my wedding album was in my brother’s closet (my mother put all the pictures there) I said I was on my way. I’d left all the photo albums with the kids. But when I got there the album was gone. I had her call my brother and she never got a clear answer. This is sounding stupid.
The bottom line is that he kept it at his house for some reason, his girlfriend having brought over the rest of the pictures which were in the same closet. He also had been holding onto a picture of us as newlyweds that I wanted. He said he wanted to keep it so he could make a copy. At the time I thought it seemed silly to make a fuss and then I forgot about it. But I was pretty worked up by the time my sister and I had gone to dinner after the cleaning. So I drove over there and demanded to know where my pictures were.
I’m trying to remember the calm of the water, the peace of the moon. But I am feeling a petty anger; who is he to be the boss of my pictures? Like I say, this is sounding stupid.
Comments (5)
I would be frustrated too, Prudy. But then, these sort of emotional times always bring out added stress in an already stressful situation. Best wishes to you.
I would scan for viruses and wait for snail mail from the IRS.I do not think the IRS sends emails but you could call and ask in general terms if they do.
I know you must be frustrated about those pictures.Hopefully you will get the ones that mean the most to you.
That’s really annoying. 30 years ago my grandmother died and my grandfather abruptly had a garage sale without telling anyone. My uncle found out about it and drove to the sale, but my mother couldn’t get there…we were overseas. My uncle took all kinds of things that belonged to my grandmother, everything from photos to books to furniture. When my uncle died recently my mom was STILL teary-eyed about all her mother’s things which have now passed to my cousins. It was hard for her to see the rocker her mother used every day and the family photo from the 50s and know it will all go to my cousins now.
Sounds like a giant pain in the ass. My mother would haunt her children from the grave if we behaved like that. *hug*
death brings up stuff no one even knew was there. i am hoping this is an anomaly for all of you, that senses will be regained. be well.