Ruh- roh

Tomorrow, Mama will be going to the Trinity Senior Day Care for the first time. Getting her enrolled has been only slightly less complicated than quantum physics, and has required two people (Stephanie and I), a notary public, a trip to the doctor, and the filling in of a sheaf of forms, all of which I had to read and translate to Mama. She had to sign her own name in front of the notary. Her last name is apparently Richaboa. I know she can write her own name, but when she doesn't want to do something...

Mama seems excited about going, though, and was very pleased with the place when we went for a look-see. So was I. This looks like a good way for her to finally have some social interaction and maybe make some friends. She outlived all her siblings, friends, husbands, and peers, and then was transplanted from Michigan (where she had lived all her life) to Tennessee. Granted, she was very familiar with Tennessee from her many visits to see us while her husband was still alive, but it has not become HOME even after almost six years here. I am not insensitive to how lonely she is but all attempts to ease that loneliness have ended in failure. I have tentative hopes for Trinity.

Now, about the ruh-roh...
My darling daughter quipped last night that she can't wait until I am old enough for HER to blog about ME! I see some Homeric justice in my future. Hopefully, I will be too demented to notice. Or just demented enough to be able to cop a plea! Maybe I should just stop posting about Mama....


Nah.