Well- yes- I wonder that all the time. BUt what could I do?
I'm not tall enough for basketball, although Spud Webb never let that stop him.
I can't weld; I'm afraid of that pointy flame thing.
I could--work at Barnes and Noble and spend my paycheck on books but I'd probably get fired for hiding behind the bookcases and reading, or telling people they shouldn't read junk.
YOu know, I really can't do anything that people would want to pay me a lot of money for.
I've covered up this deficiency for 20 years by being a mother.
I was just telling X that I had to change brokers. I have my Waterhouse account for me, and Dan has his 401K account for him, but the bulk is with my mother's broker in Va. I want the money here with me me me, so I can move it around from fund to fund, like checkers.
But I'm scared to tell the broker.
X said, it's YOUR money.
Well, yeah, kind of. He doesn't think so, though. It's sort of like he shares it with me out of the goodness of his heart.
You don't owe him an excuse. It's none of his business. said X, firmly, just like you would expect from her.
I asked her if she learned this in law school. She said well no. She isn't very good at it herself, but she's working on it and she knows that she's right.
Dan is always telling me this. He says I don't need to explain to the Disabled Veteran's Association why I don't have any old clothes for them this week- that they don't care that Ammo hasn't grown so his jeans still fit. He says I shouldn't feel it necessary to tell the opera guild that I can't donate as much this year because I just wrote a check to Rice U for 22ooo dollars, and yes we are very proud of our son. And that the man vacuuming the car at the carwash is not interested in what the crap is that's all over the back seat.
It'sw just that it feels rude not to explain things. I don't want BArb to think that I would leave the kitchen filthy for her without a good reason.
She's the maid, says Dan. She expects dirt.
But I wouldn't want her to think that I didn't respect her.
She deserves a clean kitchen to clean, and I want her to know that it was beyond my control, that the cat brought in the dead bird and dripped guts on the floor while I was on my way out to Ammo's play.
I'm afraid if I'm not my nice self, I might say something really awful like, I'm moving my money because you are a bad broker and you haven't made me rich and I think I'm smarter than you, which is what I really think.
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