Rusted Sky

So. Paperwork's been filled out and signed, keys have been given. We're starting (slowly) the move into Winnwood. We've gotten and washed bedding, which got put on the bed which was delivered today. The dresser was delivered also, and tomorrow their chairs will be delivered. We'll take the first load of personal stuff over tomorrow, maybe a second.

This hasn't been all that bad really - Mother's fighting it, in a half-hearted passive-resistive way that manifests itself when she's forced to make a decision on the furnishings. It's too big, too small, too wide, too narrow, the wrong color, the wrong style, too short, too tall, the wrong pattern... well, it's understandable. This is about the last time she'll have any say on the things in her environment. But it's kind of rough on the rest of us. Hard to buy the things you'll need, basics like bedding - when you can't get approval from everyone. (I looked at Father when she was being particularly picky about sheets and said "Kind of makes you miss the military, doesn't it? If you got sheets, you knew what color they'd be and it wasn't like they'd fit in the first place." He laughed at that one... being in the Navy in WW2.) And we will not talk about sundries like shampoo and the like. We will not go there. Mother doesn't see very well, but she knows what she wants... but she can't tell me what color the bottle was or what brand it is. It can be frustrating.

We did make it down to IKEA, which was likely a mistake. Father wouldn't have minded browsing around, and we found some side and end tables that would work as nightstands, but Mother wouldn't sign off on them. Too tall, too short, you know the drill. What's funny is when she complained the wood was too light, then later said she wanted to buy a pair of French Provincial end tables we saw at an antiques store. She'd earlier said they wouldn't do, because they were painted white...

Sigh. Okay.

At this point, all I need to do is get them a phone, a speakerphone would be best, I think - and Comcast cable service. If it were up to Father, there wouldn't be a TV - he wants Mother to be out and around, not laying in the room. Well, I can't say I blame him there.

And that's it for now. In two more days, we will have achieved Move-In. It's not going to be easy emotionally. But we'll get through it. I'm very lucky to have sane parents who aren't affected by Altzheimer's... it makes things SO much easier when they know what's going on.

J.