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I'm back home, but have to make the drive again tomorrow.
The adult beverage of the evening is a stiff glass of Larceny bourbon.
On ice, of course, to make it last longer as I sit on the patio in 69° sunny evening.
Got to Goshen this afternoon about 2. Stopped and culvers and called mom's cell. No answer. Didn't expect her "house phone" switched over yet, but I tried, and got my sis, who was in mom's old apartment cleaning it out. She said Mom like caramel sundaes. OK, I got ice cream for both of us. Got to mom's room and she's sleeping. She's stated several times that we're to wake her if we come for a visit. So I did. Waving the ice cream with caramel in front of her.
"I don't feel good. Just want to sleep."
So my sister and I ate ice cream at the apartment and let mom sleep.
Sis had brought a co-worker who just moved out of a bad girlfriend situation, and needed furniture. But no bed and no table. Sis had waved off the church that was going to take the furniture, and this guy was leaving us with half of what we had. Of course he took the dressers and couch. leaving the bed that no one will take (can't resell a used mattress).
Fortunately, other sis and her boyfriend were willing to provide truck service to get the big stuff gone. But, where they were going was back toward the homes. No sense in making them come back, and begging the church to take the bed and kitchen table.
Sisters and I are hitting the exhausted phase in all of this. Tempers aren't flaring yet. But we're worn thin. One more day of cleaning out the apartment, getting powers of attorney, change of address paperwork.
Then, mom's going to have to wait a week or two before I make another ice cream run. Hope she likes caramel next time.
I'm back home, but have to make the drive again tomorrow.
The adult beverage of the evening is a stiff glass of Larceny bourbon.
On ice, of course, to make it last longer as I sit on the patio in 69° sunny evening.
Got to Goshen this afternoon about 2. Stopped and culvers and called mom's cell. No answer. Didn't expect her "house phone" switched over yet, but I tried, and got my sis, who was in mom's old apartment cleaning it out. She said Mom like caramel sundaes. OK, I got ice cream for both of us. Got to mom's room and she's sleeping. She's stated several times that we're to wake her if we come for a visit. So I did. Waving the ice cream with caramel in front of her.
"I don't feel good. Just want to sleep."
So my sister and I ate ice cream at the apartment and let mom sleep.
Sis had brought a co-worker who just moved out of a bad girlfriend situation, and needed furniture. But no bed and no table. Sis had waved off the church that was going to take the furniture, and this guy was leaving us with half of what we had. Of course he took the dressers and couch. leaving the bed that no one will take (can't resell a used mattress).
Fortunately, other sis and her boyfriend were willing to provide truck service to get the big stuff gone. But, where they were going was back toward the homes. No sense in making them come back, and begging the church to take the bed and kitchen table.
Sisters and I are hitting the exhausted phase in all of this. Tempers aren't flaring yet. But we're worn thin. One more day of cleaning out the apartment, getting powers of attorney, change of address paperwork.
Then, mom's going to have to wait a week or two before I make another ice cream run. Hope she likes caramel next time.
and was also a part of a Porsche Cup 
