for the first time in my adult life, 39 years, i have a doorbell.
it's no big deal really, just kinda weird.
but i guess any chance i ever had of winning a nobel prize is over. ((groan))
that reminds of a funny joke:
viagra?! why in the world would i need that stuff? it'd be like giving a homeless person a doorbell.
(well *i* think it's funny.)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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Is that really your doorbell?
On a different note, how did you deal with getting your mom to the ALF? Did you tell her ahead of time?
no. i found it on the web. it's way cooler than mine.
we told her the day we moved her stuff. she already lived in the same complex, but in a building where she was on her own.
at least the name of the place was the same. that helped. the one room apt. was tough at first. the confinement unless i took her somewhere was tough.
i took her down to where her friends were several times a week. (and out shopping or just driving around town.) that helped. now she doesn't even know the old friends when/if she sees them and we basically just stay in her room /on her floor other than the weekly bible class and facility provided entertainment.
she never got *real* angry, but it took her several months to adjust. she never understood the *why* of it. now she doesn't even remember the other apartment.
i was able to spend several hours with her every day. i know that helped her transition. but it still wasn't easy or pleasant for her.
email me at r2bibby@gmail.com anytime you want, robyn.
having her own, familiar furniture was a plus. is your mom's new place unfurnished?
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