I'm trustworthy.
Well.
I've been hearing a lot about the situation with my grandmother lately. It's been on my dad's mind, therefore he talks about it whenever we're within ten feet of each other, and for various reasons we have been moreso than usual. Here's the situation:
Why? Because the State of Florida would like to review whether or not she is able to function in that capacity any longer. The time has come for someone to be appointed her legal guardian; either we do it now or they're going to sort things out. And nobody wants that.
So after the phone call informing us of this at 6:30, my father decided to get things done that need to be done. We leave at 8pm, go collect my aunt. I drive everyone to St. Petersburg (45 minutes away) to collect their mother. (My aunt tried to hand her car keys to my father, who pointed at me. "Oh, David's driving? He's trustworthy?" Not that she sounded skeptical but hey, I don't much like driving other people's cars either. When I gave them back to her after driving home I said, "Here ya go, I didn't wreck your car." I got a sincere "Thank you!")
Gathered up some things at her place, as well as her, and drove back to my aunt's house. Switched back into my car with everyone and came home by 10:45pm. She stays here tonight; tomorrow her attorney calls the state to tell them things are taken care of. They aren't really involved, and they're not going to be; the point of this was just that if we didn't, they would. Then she and my father go look at a place for her to live. This was all rather roughly planned out, being not so terrible a surprise. All she needs is somewhere that will buy her groceries and whatnot. Make sure she takes her medicine.
I ate two chalupas for dinner. After 11. This wasn't really scheduled with anyone's meal preferences in mind, so I was hungry enough to make that appealing will get lined up nicely and out of my way. It's very nice, I must admit, and effective. There are a few things I'm good at, and one's staying cool in a crisis, which this wasn't quite - but still. I was definitely the calmest member of our three-person entourage. You need this quality in, say, the driver. It was my job to herd the scatterbrains around and make things happen when they mumbled about "where are your shoes?" or "do you want some coffee?"
Still, the day's over, and I feel like someone, somewhere, needs more coffee. It's more like I need someone to need more coffee. It's hard to get this mood to stop once it starts. I like that. I just think I'll be up watching TV into the early morning...
I've been hearing a lot about the situation with my grandmother lately. It's been on my dad's mind, therefore he talks about it whenever we're within ten feet of each other, and for various reasons we have been moreso than usual. Here's the situation:
- She's almost 90.
- She had a series of "little itty bitty" strokes. This makes her by no means incompetent to stand trial, but let's just say short-term memory isn't as good as yours and mine.
- She lives alone in a condo by the beach, and likes being independent.
- She doesn't live there anymore as of today.
Why? Because the State of Florida would like to review whether or not she is able to function in that capacity any longer. The time has come for someone to be appointed her legal guardian; either we do it now or they're going to sort things out. And nobody wants that.
So after the phone call informing us of this at 6:30, my father decided to get things done that need to be done. We leave at 8pm, go collect my aunt. I drive everyone to St. Petersburg (45 minutes away) to collect their mother. (My aunt tried to hand her car keys to my father, who pointed at me. "Oh, David's driving? He's trustworthy?" Not that she sounded skeptical but hey, I don't much like driving other people's cars either. When I gave them back to her after driving home I said, "Here ya go, I didn't wreck your car." I got a sincere "Thank you!")
Gathered up some things at her place, as well as her, and drove back to my aunt's house. Switched back into my car with everyone and came home by 10:45pm. She stays here tonight; tomorrow her attorney calls the state to tell them things are taken care of. They aren't really involved, and they're not going to be; the point of this was just that if we didn't, they would. Then she and my father go look at a place for her to live. This was all rather roughly planned out, being not so terrible a surprise. All she needs is somewhere that will buy her groceries and whatnot. Make sure she takes her medicine.
I ate two chalupas for dinner. After 11. This wasn't really scheduled with anyone's meal preferences in mind, so I was hungry enough to make that appealing will get lined up nicely and out of my way. It's very nice, I must admit, and effective. There are a few things I'm good at, and one's staying cool in a crisis, which this wasn't quite - but still. I was definitely the calmest member of our three-person entourage. You need this quality in, say, the driver. It was my job to herd the scatterbrains around and make things happen when they mumbled about "where are your shoes?" or "do you want some coffee?"
Still, the day's over, and I feel like someone, somewhere, needs more coffee. It's more like I need someone to need more coffee. It's hard to get this mood to stop once it starts. I like that. I just think I'll be up watching TV into the early morning...