Moving Monday

Monday is Mabel's move date. I am taking her desk down later today. I hope she likes the B&C but this is my mother and she enjoys complaining more than complimenting.

The pressure of dealing with all of this alone is so difficult. If any of my siblings were still alive Mabel would still be in Vermont. At least when I was a single parent I always knew that there was room for growth, as a single caretaking adult child of an elderly parent there is only anticipation of the next decline. My friends (and my mother) think that I am partying every day. Mom also thinks I am selling all of her stuff (it is to be donated to HomeFront San Diego after we have determined what she needs.....emphasis on NEEDS). She called last evening to tell me to have Pat look through her jewelry box to see if there was anything in there she might want, my mother hasn't bought new stuff in over 20 years. I already have the pearls my brother bought in Spain, they truly are quite beautiful. We aren't talking gold and precious jewels here..........

Thank goodness for the dog, she is good for stress relief.