Soon to be moving day
My mom helped her dad pick out a new room at the retirement castle today. He's about ready to go from the nursing home floor to the residential floor. I believe his moving day is Saturday. He had a choice of two rooms, one bigger, one smaller; he's going with the smaller room. Mom's not so sure it's the best choice, but it's cheaper, so there you go. I guess he said to her, why would I need such a big room? She thought, ...all your crap? Yeah, I certainly get that; it was all his crap that made him *not* want to move several years back. But maybe he's resigning himself to not really being with his crap again. Or else he's forgetting things. Of course, mom was only informed that he was moving yesterday, I believe, and they pretty much wanted it taken care of by Monday. Uh, it's Labor Day weekend and Monday's a holiday. I think they're giving her until Tuesday, but she still went over there today to look at rooms. Her brother will go there tomorrow and perhaps sign some papers, or give the facility a check, or something. Mom also signed something as well, I think. Well, the adventure begins. We'll see what happens.