Just had a surprising conversation about moving into an assisted living facility with Mom. Mom is 87 years old. She is very healthy and mobile physically but has no short term memory. She needs someone with her all the time now. She wants to go look at a facility next week and said we should all talk about it when we are together for Christmas. She asked how we would pay for it. She asked if it would be better for her to look at homes in Florida or go back to Alabama. She mentioned there was a nice place near her home. She was rational and thoughtful and she said she thought it was time. I wonder if she will remember this conversation tomorrow. Mom's illness is saddest to me when she has moments of clarity and I get a glimpse of the old Mom.
She has been here through the worst of the construction mess. We've had to move her out of her room twice now and will have to move her out again tomorrow. I know it's upsetting to her. She's really done pretty well though all this, all things considered. We are living in a plastic wrapped nightmare of a mess. Every room has to have the drywall repaired around the new windows. The only room that hasn't been trashed is a small downstairs bathroom. We are all sharing it now. Hopefully we will be able to paint and clean this weekend.