Lunch with Mother

Going out for lunch on Saturday was a regular feature of my visits to Mom before she broke her hip. On Saturday, we resumed the custom. She wasn't too enthusiastic about going at first. She was upset about having an "accident" that morning,. and was feeling down in the dumps. Then shortly after I arrived a social worker came in to talk with her in preparation for Feb. 2's care conference. Mom once again said she knew she couldn't go home without assistance, and felt that going into assisted living would be okay. And that she wanted Byron and Colleen to pick out the place, because since they are the ones who live closest, it should be convenient for them. She felt St. Anne's Meade, which we visited in the fall, would be fine.She shared with the social worker her stories about working at the Sanders in Royal Oak and I'm sure she could have kept going all day had we -- and the social worker -- not had other things to do.

The social worker's visit perked her up considerably, as well as the sunny weather. I settled her into the Buick Lucerne I rented (her days of getting in and out of the TT are over), and went to a local Comerica branch to take care of some business (much more competent assistance than what I had encountered in Pleasant Ridge the previous Saturday). Things went smoothly, and her mood was positive, so we decided to go to lunch and opted for the Big Boy about a mile from Heartland where we split a patty melt platter and a piece of French silk pie. The picture is of her in the restaurant.

We got back a little too late for bingo. She's still concerned, as are my siblings and I, about what's going to happen next. We'll have a better idea after the care conference Tuesday afternoon, which is followed by an appointment at the wound clinic which I'll be taking her to (hanging on to the Lucerne for a few days). Good thing the weather has been cooperative.