May 3 - May 6, 2013. Visited my Mom out in Santa Rosa at Spring Lake Village. Flew out Fri May 3 via SLC to Oakland, rented a cool little Fiat, and drove 75 miles.
My Mom's place is a mess. She has a little studio apartment, but it's actually pretty spacious and she used to have all her shelves and drawers neatly arranged. Now there are clothes everywhere: on the bed, over the back and seats of the coach, on all the chairs, etc. There are boxes on the floor, much of the contents of the closets are out on the floor, etc.
Mom pretty much blames everyone else for the state of things. Apparently a woman named Celeste came over to help her organize. Celeste folded and put away all of Mom's clothes, but Mom feels that they were put away dirty, arranged by color rather than how my Mom arranges them, etc. My Mom has these long, complicated explanations of how she is going to gradually work through them all, washing them and folding them and putting them away. But it's clear that she cannot really handle living like this.
Food is a problem; my Mom likes to bring bits of food back from the dining hall in case she gets hungry at night or whatever. So there are cups, spoons, odd pieces of bread etc. around.
She's tottery.
Mom doesn't want to know any details -- she can't find a phone number, doesn't know where her money is, etc.
The simplest things are a problem because every detail can potentially stop Mom -- she can't find her underwear, her socks, her pants, her shirt, her jacket, her scarf, her purse, keys, shoes, etc. This frustrates and exhausts her. Oh boy.
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