…and they have to take you in.
Blew two days this week sitting and breathing, trying to get up and get moving, but not able to get out of my own way. Monday was easy to understand, as it was raining (our first big storm of the season), so I wasn’t going anywhere.
Wednesday didn’t make any sense at all, other than it was fallout from the nerves related to the talk therapy session.
Yesterday, however, I spent the day running around with my senior friend trying to get her license re-issued since she will be buying a mobile home in Sacramento, and will need to be signing papers. Or, so we thought until yesterday.
Unfortunately, she has zero survival instinct for taking care of herself vs. spending thousands of dollars on a lost cause (an older pet with unstable diabetes, whose treatments left her further impoverished, and who had to be put down a year ago due to illness).
So, it was a landmine of diplomacy conversations yesterday as she was weighing her options and trying to come to terms with the fact that she’s going to have to give up control of her finances if her family is going to set her up in a home of her own.
Luckily, we seemed to get through everything reasonably well, and the mobile home has been purchased.
C is embarassed for everyone to be judging her and the decisions she’s made to get her to the point where she’s at right now, but the upshot is that she’s coming to terms with the fact that she’s just not managing well and has nothing to lose by having what amounts to a financial “guardianship” so that she’s not ending up homeless and on the street.
We talked about how to approach her niece (who will be handling her funds) and asking for a walking around “allowance” of $5 a day – $35 a week – so that she’s not feeling completely strapped at giving up control. We talked about the fact that she’s not doing well with seeing what’s directly in front of her face (she lost and found her replacement wallet and phone again yesterday), and accepting the fact that someone else handling her money while moving her into a mobile home of her own may turn out to be wonderful.
C showed me the pictures of the unit, and it looks bright and airy and clean. It will allow her to keep both of her remaining dogs with her. And, she will also have a home with its own washer and dryer. Bonus !
Losing control of chaos is very scary for C, but she’s sucking it up and moving forward with this plan. I am hopeful that it will all work out, and that no amount of unrealistic demands are going to screw the pooch for getting her out of her current living situation and moved into a fresh start. “Home is where you go and they have to take you in”, as the quote goes. Hopefully, this will all be for the best.
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Salem, MA, port. Harbor photo by a cousin.