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My mother used to hide money everywhere
Oct. 25th, 2022 01:39 amInside books, inside pill bottles, at least inside a cigarette wrapper (she was pissed when I didn't tell her it had fallen out of her pocket on the bus, but c'mon, Mommy, it's garbage, how was I supposed to know you had $40 stashed in there?), inside skeins of yarn....
She told me she started this as a way to thwart my father's inability to control his spending if he actually knew where the cash was, but sometimes I wonder if she was always just a little like this anyway and used him as a justification. (She was like this with food, too, claiming that some weird trait wasn't hers, it was his. She said "If your father ever found out you had a favorite food, it'd always be in the house", and that's not wrong, but Daddy is not the one who just this past year bought three five pound bags of Andes mints. I still haven't eaten them all!)
Oh well.
Eva's birthday I brought an air conditioner down to the basement, and then I started crying, so while I did that I started rummaging in all the yarns to see if there was any money there, and there wasn't but I did find a stitcher's magnifying glass on a chain with a pretty butterfly cover, so I brought it up and gave it to Eva on the grounds that Mommy would likely have approved that particular bequest.
Eva said it's useful but a bit awkward, being around her neck. I suppose what she really needs is a chatelaine, but that might be taking things a little far.
She told me she started this as a way to thwart my father's inability to control his spending if he actually knew where the cash was, but sometimes I wonder if she was always just a little like this anyway and used him as a justification. (She was like this with food, too, claiming that some weird trait wasn't hers, it was his. She said "If your father ever found out you had a favorite food, it'd always be in the house", and that's not wrong, but Daddy is not the one who just this past year bought three five pound bags of Andes mints. I still haven't eaten them all!)
Oh well.
Eva's birthday I brought an air conditioner down to the basement, and then I started crying, so while I did that I started rummaging in all the yarns to see if there was any money there, and there wasn't but I did find a stitcher's magnifying glass on a chain with a pretty butterfly cover, so I brought it up and gave it to Eva on the grounds that Mommy would likely have approved that particular bequest.
Eva said it's useful but a bit awkward, being around her neck. I suppose what she really needs is a chatelaine, but that might be taking things a little far.
