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HGTV.
Now Eating -
Lean Cuisine.
Now Feeling -
crappy.
Now Tweeting
- Melanie
In addition to Huz�s old bass drum pedal making a lovely wall hanging...
would his floor tom not make a FABULOUS end table?
�Course it would!
(Somebody pimp me to HGTV, and quick!)
And now
The Latest Report from Familyland�
The good news (what I understand of it, anyway) is, Encore may be in the process of affiliating with a hospice/long term care company. Somehow the result will drastically reduce our monthly payments for my mother-in-law�s care. When Huz started bandying about phrases like �getting rid of our debt� and �at some point we�ll both need new cars� and �looking for a better place to live,� my eyes widened. However, I remain guardedly realistic. Show me the money (back in our checking account, that is) and then I�ll get excited.
The bad news is that my MIL is not doing so well. Looking back, it appears that I never wrote about this, but there�d been an �incident� with a married male patient in the past. Treating each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, being discovered in each others� beds, etc. Totally unlike my good Catholic ��til death did they part� mother-in-law. Lowered inhibitions are a side affect of the Alzheimer�s. We did see the humor in it (because how could you not?), and the problem was solved by moving her paramour to a different cottage. But it seems she�s found another married (why do they all have to be married?!) man. And she was moved to the cottage one level lower than hers. Which hasn�t been working out. She�s wandered back in, and was found in an unoccupied bed asking �where the man is?� Told the staff they�d have to drag her out of there. They let her stay, but now the plan is to move her to Cottage 2, home of the second-lowest functioning patients, and physically segregated from the three higher cottages. We�re hoping she�ll adjust without too much trouble. If the problem persists, their next resort is to medicate her, which the Executive Director isn�t keen on, thankfully. He also may be required by law to report her as something akin to a sexual predator, which NONE of us want, natch.
In other bad news, my mother�s spine is destabilizing, and her surgeon wants her to have it fused. She doesn�t want to go through surgery again (understandable, given all the fun she had the first time), so she�s been fitted for a back brace. I don�t know what to say to her. Ultimately it�s her life, her health, her choice. I would consider it, but I�m younger, healthier and 18 years removed from my last surgery.
And the hits just keep on comin�.
Joy�s mom�s memorial service was Wednesday. I can think of few things more depressing than sobbing with your friend as she tells you how she wasn�t ready for this, that it was all too sudden, and that she just plain wants her Mommy. Well, here�s one thing that tops it: to find out three days later that you�re gonna be doing it again. Because I just heard that The Fabulous�s dad died yesterday. Dammit.
This year was supposed to be better than last year. I�m still waiting.
Now I�ll try and leave y�all with SOMETHING relatively amusing. Thanks to the lovely and talented Jessamyn, I was clued in to the existence of Vimeo, and have uploaded the video portion of our Thanksgiving festivities.
I'm forever blowing bottles.... on VimeoEnjoy.
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