Mom moved back to her room today, exhausted and, I’m guessing, happy to be home again. The bad news is she’s on Covid quarantine for another 14 days because she’s returning from the hospital. The good news is she’s been put on a wellness plan which will require several people coordinating efforts to help her adjust to the move to the new facility and lifestyle. And it includes integrating her into activities that are appropriately physically distanced to accommodate the quarantine. My sister was able to get Mom settled in her room; she said just before she left that Mom told her she wanted to write a guide for growing old. “It has to be written by someone old, not a young person.” But of course! My first guideline would be: Accept what you can’t change and find ways to be content despite yourself. Easier said than done, I’m sure. And when dementia has a hand in the card game, it does change things.
Another hot day—86 degrees. It’s been a while since I sweated on my walk. I headed down a path I hadn’t been along for a while and one where Hubby and I had picked up trash along a few months ago on a rainy Sunday morning. I saw only one bottle tossed in the bushes, but otherwise that section of path was still clean. Worth the effort.