I NEVER liked November up north. It’s gray. It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s brown. I know there are bright blue sunny days in November. I just can’t remember any.
So here I am…and the weather is my picture of November…with constant drizzle and clouds. BUT it’s warm inside and it warms my heart, just to see Dad and Annette managing so well and to see my mom content and peaceful.
Dad really is doing well. There is a constant parade of visitors…PT, OT, visitng nurse, health aide to help him shower and speech and language therapist. And he just rolls with it and does what ever they ask cheerfully.
What he DOESN’T do is use his cane or walker. He’d rather just manage on his own. Not good. EVERYONE who comes in tells him he needs to use the cane and preferably the walker…that a fall would not be pretty. And he smiles and nods his head and puts it carefully in a corner so it won’t be in his way. Annette and I decided we’re going to tell him he walks like an old man (he’s 93) when he walks without something…kind of shuffling, hunched over, head down. I keep saying “shoulders back, be the tallest guy in the room”..(sound like Elin, huh?)
My major goal was to find a “companion service” to come in and stay with dad when Annette had appointments or wanted to get together with friends. He’s doing well but she certainly doesn’t want to leave him alone. It was frustrating. Every organization I called wanted a schedule and three hour minimum, etc. They don’t need someone on a regular basis…not now, anyway. Finally the Physcial Therapist suggested I check and see if there was a Seniors Helping Seniors organization around Pittsfield. She knew they were near Boston…hadn’t heard of one in western Massachusetts but it was worth a try.
And yes, there is. And yes, they are very flexible. And the director is from (small world) Sarasota, Florida and is great. She’s coming next week to sit down with dad and Annette and get started. Yay.
Mom is in a good nursing home and seems content but kind of in a fog (meds?) I’m not sure she recognized me. She seemed happy to have the company and maybe figured out that I was one of the daughters (there are six) but who I was…not quite sure.
It’s hard. I am so aware that no one lasts forever. I guess we all know that but it is so “in my face” this week. I think we all know what’s coming…probably sooner than we’d like. Still we make the most of the days we have…Karen and Paula came for dinner last night. Lots of fun. Karen is a gourmet cook and gave them a “dinner of the month” for Christmas last year. I got the benefit of her November treat. Tonight we may go out to a local Italian place and tomorrow night we’re going to a “New Christy Minstrels” concert.
And I head home on Sunday…fingers crossed that Dad and Annette will be able to come to Florida in March as planned. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
Here’s Dad playing card games on the computer.