Well, howdy there internet peeps, and those mourning Smudge's beloved engine.
It's a very shagged out Troy.
Sis and I knocked off the rest of mom's apartment and filled a good section of the apartment complex's dumpster. We weren't allowed to put the mattress in the dumpster, so it sits in the apartment for now. I'll get a bill later for it's removal.
We thought we had it all cleaned out, and I did the "last sweep" while sis was in the hallway saying farewell to Mom's friend right across the hall. So I opned the door, and said, there are still clothes in the closet. We'd missed a box and a bunch of old shoes mom can't wear.
Sis told me to head out, since I had the 1.5 hour drive home. About 15 minutes later, she texted that the apartment was empty (except for the bed) and keys had been turned in.
Since her SUV was packed to the gills, I'm not sure where she put stuff. But OK.
In other Mom news, she signed both POA. I have financial POA, since wife and I are better able to help with finances, and paperwork. Sis #2 deals with medical insurance from the hospital end, trying to get their physicians paid (hint, too often Docs don't document what they want paid for).
Sis #2 said she'd research and look stuff all we wanted. We understand that when she lives in that system, and gets grumped at from both sides 10 hours a day, she doesn't need the stress of doing that for a loved one.
And, my wife has a much calmer head than Sis. This arrangement works best. We have a resource in Sis #2, and one we can push the button on to make calls and be grumpy in the sensible way when needed. But we don't want to use that until normal routes fail. The constantly squeaky wheels often get put on the auto-ignore stack. And my sis can get that way easily since that's her day job.
Sis #1 has POA Healthcare, with me as backup. All paperwork signed.
With my fresh POA, I was able to go cancel Mom's renters insurance.
And, mom asked what to do with her cell phone. She had to get nurses to dial the phone for her when she called me. Time to give it up then mom. It was for in case you fell, remember? That didn't work out when you left it in your purse all the time, and fell in your kitchen.
Then she admitted she can't read the caller ID on her large text phone.
So, thanks to
Terry and those who suggested that phone with the three speed dial and the large buttons. Three kids, three buttons. I'll go look it up and order it tonight.
Once I drove home, wife and I got pizza. Then I poured another cup of larceny bourbon, and sat on the patio. Here's Larceny on ice #2:
Happy Bunny seemed very happy that it was a good night for patio sitting.
