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My two Aunt's (Herta and Rosemarie) are flying in from Germany on February 4th.  Rosemarie is staying for two weeks, and Herta will stay the duration, we're assuming.  This is good news for all concerned because it means my Mom can come home as someone will be there to watch and care for her.

As it stands right now, my Mom is mostly normal.  She can have a conversation and has no real confusion and the bulk of her memory.  She forgets small things, like she may ask the same question more than once.  This isn't that unusual though, because she was sort of like this before anyway.  Never really listening and then reasking the question.

She cannot walk very well at all.  She goes to the rehab hospital today and will be there for a week until my Aunt's arrive.  They'll work on her walking and assisting in some other things like taking notes and such so she remembers things.

My Mom feels that she intends to get better.  I don't try and argue out the point that she's going to die.  That would be dumb.  The longer she is trying to get better, the longer her survival chances.  If she just sat around thinking about death, she'd probably already be dead.  So I let her be.  

I attempted to get the snow tires put on my Mom's car on Saturday.  That was a disaster because after being told I would have to wait 90 minutes, they told me that they couldn't find the hubcap key to get the tires off.  Well, I sent my Mom a text message and she didn't respond.  So I left.  About half-way home she texted me back and send that the key was in the center console of her car.  Damn!  What a waste of an afternoon.

I found a Power of Attorney form on the Internet.  I had my Mom sign it, and I'm getting it notarized as well.  I will then send copies to her bank and the insurance company to argue her affairs with them.  That process is taking longer than I would like, but there is only so much time in the day.  I have to work and handle my own life after all.

When my Aunt's return, I'll be giving them the dogs.  They've been fun to have around in some respects, but two dogs is too much, especially with a puppy.  If it was just the one dog, I would be alright, though he would be bored as I'm not home often.  Also, having to leave to go home and let the dogs out to poop isn't an easy thing for me to do either.  Probably wouldn't be so bad if I lived with someone, but it's not easy being single and having a dog.  At least with an active social life.