February 7, 2009

• MIL safely moved into assisted living!!  I went to her new home on Thursday to unbox and arrange some furniture and whatnot that I had sent for her to use, and the move was on Friday.  THANKS to Cousin Midori for all her life-saving help!!  I could not have moved all that stuff myself.  I had planned on using a taxi if necessary, but she made it unnecessary.  First she came and we picked up MILz futons and took them to her new room and then went to pick up MIL and her stuff at the temporary home.  Got everything packed up and into the car.  The staff from MILz floor came to the door to say goodbye, along with three friends in wheelchairs.  Goodbyes were said and tears shed, and then we were off to the new place, not so far away.  Midori and I got everything unpacked for MIL and then went to have her address changed at a city hall branch office.  We thought we had to do that  but maybe we really didn't have to and as it may complicate other matters I will have to go back later and undo the change.  Saturday was a medical exam so that the hospital associated with the assisted living facility can fill her prescriptions, and that took about four hours.  MIL was very good about all the waiting on an empty stomach.  We were certainly getting irritable, but there was no use in displaying the fact.  Hospital business finished, we took her back to her new place where she had lunch and we waited to meet the facility director who was coming.  It was 2:00 and he still had not arrived.  We had other things on slate, like lunch, shuttering up MILz house and catching a train, so we informed the staff that we would be looking forward to our next opportunity to meet the director.  We went to say goodbye to MIL, who was chattering with some of her eight new housemates.  "Oh, haven't you gone yet?"  That is exactly what we wanted to hear, really.  I hope that her transition continues this smoothly!!

  Later that evening:  I called MIL at her new place to wish her a happy birthday and she was not a happy camper - I can't find my bag with my wallet in it, I didn't want to be in a place like this, I can't find my bag, I am just getting older, I can't find my bag...  Your bag is at the front of the top drawer in your closet.  I showed her when I put it there and said that THIS IS NOW WHERE YOUR BAG GOES, but she must have forgotten.  I knew she would forget.  She was in definite minus mode, but given a definite problem to deal with she could be distracted from it, perhaps.  I showed the people at the home where her bag is, so someone can help her find it.  There will be a period of adjustment for her.  The only place that she would have been happy is in her own home, and that is just impossible.

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