July 9, 2009

• My mother was in a foul mood.  So was the roommate.  My brother took three bills up for my mother to pay this morning, sort of a little test.  Even with coaching there was little success. 

  By the time I got there the roommate was trying to pretend she was asleep and my mother was trying to order everyone around.  The husband was trying to lighten things up, bringing over their pictures of the first great grandaughter for my mother and me to see. 

  I ate lunch and left, not having the stomach for any more of her.  We looked at foster homes today, trying to imagine her there.  And I had a telephone conference with an eldercare lawyer so we can set up a guardianship/conservatorship to pay for it.  Maybe she’ll just stroke out when we tell her she’s not going home, and we won’t have to take her anywhere.

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