Image via WikipediaUpdate on the elderly mother story: Tomorrow she is scheduled to go home to her house (not mine!) from the nursing home. That's a major achievement for her, and also for those who have been helping her (me, and her care manager, and Kate, everyone who has been helping and providing all kinds of support). It also means that her house needs to be readied for her to live there, comfortably, with full-time in-home care, and believe me, her house was NOT ready for that. So it has been full-time cleaning out, sorting, re-arranging, buying some new things, getting rid of some broken furniture, boxing up stuff, taking stuff to Goodwill, trashing stuff that was obviously trash, etc. ... And very time-consuming... in part because I keep finding old photos, old stuff that had been my grandparents' (my grandmother's diary from 1913! amazing! she was boy-crazy, apparently, and a real social butterfly), stuff that was my mother's when she was young... Hard to just sort that stuff and put it away, without sitting back and looking at it, and that brings up all kinds of feelings. I could spend years going through all the photos, and digitizing and restoring them... Readers will probably get to see some of them in future posts.My mother is sort of aware of her dementia, and sort of not. It is spotty, as I have always heard (but never before observed at such close hand). Now that she knows she is going home, she has been a lot less antagonistic... but that will change when she is back in her house, wanting to be totally in control of everything... We'll see. Taking that bridge when we come to it.
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