So all the neighbors are over their tiffs. Thank goodness. I figured it would all blow over, until the next time. Should make the last couple of months here quiet. I hope. Not holding my breath though because there are still volatile feelings in some and addict behavior in others.
I've had a little time to process all the changes coming our way. Not happy. Wish Mom didn't have to move. Wish this dementia had never come about. But we will deal with it one day at a time. And it is time to start looking into the Quarry. Find out if they have an opening...or a waiting list...or what. At least moving us isn't going to be that big of a deal. I mostly moved us here by myself. I haven't accumulated that much more since being here.
Dave had his first dr. appt. Now he has an appt. coming up for a scope to go down his throat. Wait and see. The story of our lives sometimes.
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