Today I lost a phone (found it), broke a phone (fixed it), lost my room key (still looking) and drove erratically all over town (no news there). I wanted to go to sleep at 8 pm. I think I'm morphing, eek, send me home!
Some of the residents try to accommodate all of their former furniture into a one bedroom unit, with varying results. Edna the Chair Lady (who, by the way, is 100 years old), showed me her place with great pride. She has crammed in 12 chairs, 2 overstuffed recliners, 2 sofas, and a loveseat. Not a good role model.
My parents are settling in to the point where I am now worried that they won't leave at the end of their trial stay. They may need to be hauled off to the nearest Goodwill store, along with a few of those chairs.
I'm checking out tomorrow, but of course the story is not over. Mom and Dad are facing a complex and frustrating journey as they have to make many decisions over the next months/year. I sure hope I can maintain a sense of humor; frankly it's the only way I can cope with the stress and help them at the same time. Stay tuned for further chapters . . . and thanks for your support!
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