Mission Creep

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I am current in Denver. Specifically, at my mothers apartment, in an assisted living facility. Due to a sudden Event, Mom has moved to the Memory care / assisted nursing unit a couple weeks ago. My job, while i am here, as decided by The Brothers Three (AKA, my three older brothers), has changed. Originally, it was to be here with mom as she transitioned to the new place of living, with the additional care arrangements being set up and settled. Not least, we need A Person to come and take mom for a walk (mom likes to walk, and to stay active, which all us brothers support without reservation. She does, however, have memory issues, and is 87 years old. So getting lost or falling down and getting hurt are both possibilities we would like to avoid). So, much of my last couple days has been just being here and keeping mom company. Sharing meals (in facility and otherwise), talking, learning stuff (Like, I did not know that her father (AKA, Grandaddy) was a blacksmith and farrier, back in the day; I think that is cool). And then, it was decided that Mom’s stuff needed to be boxed for storage. Her apartment is larger than her memory care unit room. Plus, she is currently in a two bedroom unit, but we all agree that she would not enjoy having a roommate, so a single bed unit is preferable. And that has been arranged. So, all the stuff in her apartment (subset of stuff in her house) needs to be boxed, and some of it moved to the new unit, and some of it donated / disposed of / distributed among the Brothers Four (I have dibs on a table and a cedar chest (That Grandaddy made when he was in High School), along with several cast iron skillets). Then, it was decided, since I am boxing stuff, I can Also move moms comfortable chair to her room. Comfortable lounge chair. Comfortable Lounge Chair that is Heavy and awkward. And where is it going to fit in the current room? I don’t know. Oh, and, as long as I am here and at it, the objective has gone from “leave the pictures alone” to “Take all the pictures off the wall, out of their frames, and put them all in a photo album”. Are the pictures album ready? Or are they mounted on boards? Does the frame, itself, have any use or value? Will the pictures actually fit into the album? Oh, and, could i maybe do some research to get actual numbers on fixing and renting out mom’s house v selling it? To settle question from Brother Oldest (sell) with Brother Second Oldest (fix and rent). Because that is just a matter of some googling, easy as pie. Brother oldest did not as much as say ‘this will be the result, because of all the expense of having a management company renting it out and maintaining the property’ but selling it the conclusion he has already decided on. I recently commented on All Brothers Phone call about how there are folks distant from the task, directing what the task should be and how it should be done. And then, jokingly, said that my brothers wouldn’t know what that was like (the joke being, two such brothers are teachers, you see (one in California)). And yet, knowing that, here I am, with a constantly growing list of Things To Do. All while trying to resolve my own … stuff. And while juggling the “mom is getting old and seeing this is not much fun”. 8 am. I am going to take Mom to breakfast.