I came back to San Diego to move my mom into a new room. This went much better than expected. This is the second time she was supposed to have a roommate, the first time did not work out as far as I can tell due to the simple fact that the management failed to let me know what was going on.
So while they told her she was getting her roommate this really didn’t mean anything but a she’s in a memory care unit. Any way the bottom line is I move Turkey into the new room without incident and everything seems to be going smoothly. This means I will be able to go back to San Francisco sooner and find her a place closer to me.
The good thing about it is the weather is quite nice right now, so driving up on a motorcycle should make for a nice trip.
The goal is to move her up to where I’m living fairly soon. One of the problems with the place where she is at is they haven’t put any restriction on her eating and she’s put about 20 pounds back on since been there. This is not a good thing.
She does look like she’s getting a little more confused, but that could be the direct result of moving her into the new room, so her orientation is off. Other than that, she’s doing well and is good spirits.
