It may seem obvious to say, but the personalities of elderly people sometimes change. I saw it in my grandfathers – one who had been a bastard in life became even more so, until finally even at 12 years old, I could recognize that he was no longer in touch with reality at all, living …
Final day of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Saturday, my Father in Law (FIL) and I unloaded the car and walked their basement apartment in the morning, talking about where things should go. “She’s got to decide,” he said with a rueful laugh. “She’s the organizer.” But …
Continue reading The Move – Postscript: They’re Not My Buttons
Day 6 of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Friday started well. Despite a lack of sleep -- one design flaw for the train: the lower bunk in the handicap room was a single, too small for them to comfortably share, and I wasn’t going to allow either …
Day 5 of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Thursday, we got up early. Father in Law (FIL) packing more stuff in the car. I opened a random kitchen drawer to realize that they had both been “putting things back where they belong” instead of putting them in …
Continue reading The Move – Lesson 5: There’s Always More Room in the Car (Until There Isn’t)
Day 4 of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Wednesday, the cleaners were back and the realtor arrived to inspect the house. She was impressed with the job the stager had done so far, as was I. The pool guy installed the robot thingy. And my Mother in …
