And so the sh** flies

Yup. No more than in San XX CA than stuff starts hitting the fan at home. Ice storm, power outage. Inconvenient for most people, tragic for M. Major major issues over it.

Then the pilot light blows out on the gas water heater. Got lots of distressed, increasingly hostile, frustrated VM and txt messages. I finally took a call, and apparently (to her), was ungracious when I asked why she needed a flashlight... I understood needing a lighter. And having trouble because of her hands.... But the flashlight thing didn't make sense - -not to mention, she has flashlights stashed, and has apparently forgotten where. SIGH.....

Just posing the question made her mad. When I did try to call again to assist as I could, she didn't answer. I thought I'd just get more grievous messages, so I called her son who is in town and asked him to run out and light the pilot light. He agreed.....

Shut my phone off for a awhile, then turned it on... got more aggravated messages..... Clearly melting down worse and worse.....

So, I called the boy again. Getting later.... NO, he hadn't gone out. SHE told him not to bother.... etc, etc, etc. I said, would you PLEASE run out there (I was feeling pretty aggravated at this point). Again, he agreed.....

THEN, apparently called him mother again, instead of doing what he agreed to when I talked with him.

M now gives me all this grief over putting HIM in the middle, etc, etc.... How UNreasonable it was for me to expect that of him.... etc, etc.

All about how much she aggravated her hands.... on and on.

AND, after it's all said and done, she didn't let him come out, and she didn't get it lit....
and she's headed to a hotel.

whatever.