Dear Sjogren's Angels,
We've been moved in for three weeks, and I think I'm beginning to get things better organized.
We have all my Paris son's paintings, so we look like a museum storage area, with paintings leaning against all the walls. But we'll take the ones we aren't planning to hang here out of their frames and roll them up and send them back to Paris.
And my husband keeps driving over to the house and bringing more of his beloved 'stuff' to our new apartment. It's a good thing I bought four new storage cabinets!
On another subject, I am seeing that he is truly in the first stage of dementia. This is very very sad. No one has discussed it with him yet. He gets very irritated with things as it is! I had no idea this would be his future, but it explains his behavior in the past two years or so.
Fortunately our younger son (49 this year, not a baby!) is a psychiatrist, and while is has issues with his father that make him a bit less sympathetic, at least he is HERE, about 15 minutes away from us.
I really like our new Senior Living Community, and have attended several activities and am slowly getting to put names and faces together.
It is so GOOD that we made this move, because of the uncertainty of how my husband's decline will play out. At least I'm no longer alone and 'trapped' in our old house. And there is an assisted living facility across the parking lot, with a memory care unit attached, as well. So I know how where to turn to, if needed!
My son is concerned that my husband is still driving, of course. But I think we will need medical intervention to manage this issue. My husband will deny that there is any problem, I am sure.
And so, it is, always something!
Regards, Elaine