December is Here

It's hard to believe: December is here already. We've even had an early-for-us snowfall. A couple of evenings ago, Max said it was snowing in Memphis and that 1-3" were predicted. Since it was just drizzling here, I quite shook it off. Lo and behold, I woke up the next morning to a winter wonderland, well, almost. Today, 2 days later, there are still patches of the stuff left in shady spaces, but the temp is already up to 42.

Yesterday I had on one of Dad's sweaters, and while putting Mom to bed she noticed it. She asked if it was one of his. Then she asked me where he was. I had to tell her again he was dead. She didn't cry this time, just asked about his funeral. I told her we had a graveside service and that he is in their plot at the Arlington Cemetery. That seemed to satisfy her.

I can't remember what day it was, but a little bit ago, when I walked into the kitchen one morning, nearly every cabinet in there was open. Mom was looking for something I suppose. Later, I asked her what she was looking for, and she had no clue what I was talking about. She had no memory of being in the kitchen. She'd picked things up and placed them on the counter, moved things, and generally made the counter a mess.

Max and I have been discussing what to do now. For so long we believed we'd end up losing the house to Medicaid to care for Joe. With that looming, it seemed best to move Lola to Memphis with us and sell the house while we could. Since Joe didn't have to apply for Medicaid, and it's unlikely Lola will need to (please, please), we've come to the decision to stay here as long as we can.

Now that Joe isn't here to throw a fit, I can clean out the 40 years worth of crap in the basement. We can move some of my "crap" in there allowing Max to downsize in Memphis. He can get a studio or 1-bedroom apartment there and cut some of our expenses. He'll stay there until he can find a job in this area. If he can't, he'll still stay there during the week. That's the general plan for now, anyway.

I've been going through Dad's clothes and cleaning his closet out. He had some nice clothes. All of them are so very old, though. I hate to throw them out, yet they're so old I wonder if anyone would choose them if donated to a charity. Even the majority of needy people around here want to look up-to-date rather than wear something 10 years old - dress shirts and suits. I'm so out of it I have no clue what lapel size is in style now.

Well, Lola's been on a spell this week of getting up early and staying up late, so I haven't been able to sneak the suits out of the closet anyway. If I save them, it'll mean driving to Paducah to find a place to donate them. Aunt Agnes said there was a place in Clinton to donate them, but I don't know where it is. It's not like there'll be a sign pointing to it, and I don't know Clinton. The bad thing about being here is that you have to drive miles to get to most things.

Dad has 13 shelves of paperback espionage and suspense books. I've started going through them and pulling them, too.  I've got a call into a local auction house to see if they sell them. Sheesh, throwing books away is like pulling teeth - it's something you just hate to do.

Tree the Weather Got

Here's a picture of the tree the weather took out.  At least it didn't fall towards the house! 

Here's a picture of the birdhouse pole the next door neighbors lost. I had a hard time accepting that the wind was soooo strong it bent the pole at ground level.

The past two weeks the weather in the west KY and TN area has been enough to drive a sane person nuts.  The temps have been 60° or 80°. For two weeks!  Either it's been 60° all day with a bit of a drop at night, or it's been 80° with no drop at night.  There were 2 days when the thermometer actually said 70° stuck in 14 days of the other 2 temps. It's been hard on the body.

Of course, though, the harder thing to take was that it went from 80° to 95° on the day I traveled back to Memphis for a few days break.  Going back home presents a problem with acclimatizing.  With my parents, I'm trying to keep the thermostat at 78° to conserve money and because they deal well with warmer temps. At first, I thought it would kill me.  The few days the fuse had popped on the a/c did the trick. It was a case of having no choice. I learned I could actually survive. Who'da thunk it!

The apartment in Memphis is kept at no higher than 72° during the daytime when occupied and turned down to 67° at night for sleeping. So now I'm freezing when I'm there, and having heat stroke at my parents.  Oh, will my complaining never end?

Damn! I just realized it's June already. Time flies.