My mother, for hire

posted Sun, 06 Mar 2005

I have figured out how to make money: I am going to be my mother’s manager. I will find the work and make all the arrangements; she will do it.

When I got out of the shower, all the breakfast dishes were done and the kitchen was straightened up.

My mother had never had Cuban coffee before. I made her some yesterday morning – only half strength. Imagine what she might have accomplished if I’d made it full strength.
Source: http://icuban.com/3guys/cuban_coffee.html

By 4:30 yesterday afternoon, she had cleaned my garden and front yard: raked all the leaves out of the flowerbeds, pulled the weeds, cut out the dead stuff, and pruned the live stuff. She used the gardening tools she brought with her.

She fixed the three doorknobs that didn’t work, showing me exactly why they didn’t work, and switching non-working doorknobs with working ones from the closets when she couldn’t repair the broken ones. She showed me where I needed to use wood putty to patch the keyhole fittings so the screws would stay in and made me promise to put that project on my list. She used her own tools and cleaned the wood dust and paint chips on the floor afterwards.

She diagnosed the problem with my front closet but couldn’t fix it because she didn’t have the right equipment.

She would have done more but I wanted to go out for lunch. I’m not used to working so much – or watching someone else work so much – on the weekend.