Showing posts with label Parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parents. Show all posts

Sunday, September 28, 2025

A Hectic New Year part 2

The Villages of Grants Pass Oregon

Part 2?  If you're wondering where part 1 is, you'll have to go back to the beginning of the year.  Feel free to read that one first, but long story short, we had to help my mother-in-law get home from Montana after New Years.  Please bear with me as I use Sarge's blog to vent a bit, release some stress, and provide something that might help you and yours some day.

Once again I had to fly north to be the trusted adult in the room whom my mother-in-law would listen to.  We had to break the news that due to her cognitive assessment in the hospital after falling and remaining on the floor for nearly 24 hours, she would not be allowed to go home.  Unfortunately she remained in the hospital for two more days after release was authorized as we worked to place her in assisted living.  She was angry with us, refusing to accept our direction, stating that she'll just stay in the hospital, but a case worker was helpful in explaining how this was the best and really only option.  She still argued with us claiming that she would be fine at home with home health, but that runs $30 an hour and the doctor said she needed 24-hour care. Medicare covers this type of service, or a assisted living facility, but only if you are practically destitute.  

In retrospect, we now understand that it was due to her dementia that her relationship with nearby family had soured to some extent and they weren't necessarily welcome in her home.  It was a niece who found her and saw how bad it had gotten there (trash had piled up, dogs hadn't been let out, etc.).  Her dementia was also the cause of her becoming quite good at telling us what we wanted to hear, but not actually doing anything to help herself.

Fortunately, as the widow of a military vet, who receives his social security, survivor benefit plan from his military retirement, and a dependents stipend from the VA, the monthly bill for the home we chose is within reach.  We thought there was at least a little money in her accounts from her husband's stake in the family garbage business.   However, due to misplaced generosity towards those in need, and probably that dementia, she had spent almost everything. 

While I was there she did allow me to get on her bank account, and granted me full power of attorney.  This will help us recoup some bills that were overpaid and cancel any others that are no longer needed.
We will have to rent her home which she believes she will return to, in order to cover the difference. This is after selling her brand new never used travel trailer, a John Deere Gator ATV, and a horse trailer which is no longer needed following the passing of Dad's horse a couple years ago.  His truck will also go.  I'm also fighting my wife on this a little bit in that her mom doesn't want the truck or trailer sold, due to some emotional memory connecting her to her husband. However I spoke to all the siblings and stated that I will not allow any of them to risk their future by spending savings or retirement in order to make up for their mother's mistakes. They reluctantly agreed but it is a very emotional time.  

I know this is something that millions of others have had to go through, but I will give some hard lessons learned that maybe some of the younger Chanters will benefit from. 

Have the hard conversations early.  Discuss what she wants, and in certain situations, what she would accept. This would be various stages of dementia, whether she would like to stay in her home or if this was not feasible where would she wants to live.  Talk about finances and how care would be covered. Talk about when she would accept parting with valuable possessions in order to cover bills.  Do the math. Go visit homes and talk to the management.  Talk about the cost of care and the realities of selling or renting her home.

Put this in writing, but better yet record it, get it on camera so that if dementia starts to creep in, she will be reminded of promises that were made or desires that were laid out.   

If I had to do it over again, I would know that some of those relationship challenges are due to the dementia, and more frequent visits are required despite her desires.  

In a way, the fall was a much-needed catalyst to get her the help she needed.  My wife is still tiptoeing around her, allowing visits back to her home to visit her dogs, allowing her to believe that in 3 months she will be released, but only because we don't want her to grow embittered and attempt to rescind the power of attorney before we can take necessary steps.  We are fully aware of that once an official diagnosis of dementia is given, the power of attorney is null and void. Eventually, and this is something you should add to the lessons learned, guardianship should be discussed.  Otherwise, one will have to hire an attorney and go to court to declare her incompetent. 

On the bright side, she is thriving in the home, with much more of a social life, new friends, one of her dogs, and just more mental stimulation.  The VA will likely provide her with "Aid and Attendance" allowance which will help cover more, and might make up for the times when her home isn't rented.  Who knows, in a few months she may forget her desire to go home, realizing she likes it there.  She's also eating better, and getting more exercise due to the need to walk 50 yards to the dining room.  Her other dog will be rehomed, being only 10 months old, but that's a another challenging conversation.  I returned to San Diego last weekend but my wife is staying up there another week.  This isn't over, but we're definitely all in a better place than we were 10 months or even a week ago.  Anyway, talk to your parents, or more likely- have those hard conversations with your kids, write that will, set up that trust, and avoid what we are dealing with.

Monday, April 17, 2023

Potpourri

 So...There I was...*  Flat out of Airspeed, Altitude and Ideas. (Yes, Beans, been there before, never liked it, nor the usual outcome).  Fortunately, in a comment on Sarge's post from yesterday where he had revealed his inner U-Boat driver wish, Scott the Badger had mentioned "Norwegian Forest Rescue Cats".

My first thought was "We have two of those!" But the "Forest" part threw me for a loop.  I didn't think that had been part of their breed's name.  So, I went to the source of all possible knowledge about any possible subject both in the known Universe and the unknown Universe.

Why, Beans, that would be my Wife, of course, not Google!  What a silly question to ask.

I will edit out portions of her response, because Sarge wants this to be a Family Friendly Blog.

"juvat, you **** ***** ****,  They're not Norwegian anything Cats!  They're Korats!"

Me being me, and ever curious where my brain has wandered off to, decided to confirm her answer.

Yes, Beans, after we had returned from Breakfast and I was alone in my office.

ANYHOW, and as usual, she was right.

You decide

Norwegian Forest Feline Korat Feline


MoushKa MooshKa
Guarding Mrs. J's Desk
This Guard Cat Thing is HARD work


So, juvat, what new and important information did you find out about Korat Cats? Well, Sarge, interestingly this site had some pretty good info about them.  Much of that, I had already learned from the cats themselves.  They are quite affectionate, vocal, playful and very friendly.  First written about in 1350 BCE, until the '60s, they were only given away as gifts as a sign of respect and affection.  There was one other statistic in the article that caught my eye.

Korat's cost between $400 and $2000.  We have two.

So,  juvat, how did you afford that much for a couple of cats?

Well, Sarge, apparently their former owners are either extraordinarily generous in "giving" them to us or they are dumber than a box of rocks. My vote is on the latter.

You see, there appears to be a program in place where city folk who have grown tired of their pets, drive out into the country and drop them off in the middle of nowhere.  The Animal Good Fairy then directs them to a suitable domicile where they will be welcomed with open arms.

Or, they starve to death, get killed by a predator, run over by a car or otherwise meet their demise.

Moushka and Mooshka showed up at our doorstep early one morning.  They were pretty dirty, very thirsty and incredibly hungry.  A bit of water, a small helping of kitty food, a wipe down with a damp rag and a successful introduction to the other adoptees all obtained from a similar situation (grand total for the family is now 7 Cats and 1 Dog, plus 2 pound puppies and 2 pasture ponies, 3 cats, 3 dogs and 2 horses are still with us).

From Front to Back: Oskar (pound puppy), Cooper (pound puppy), Annie (wandered onto the property)

 
Schmedley wandered onto the property. Based on injuries she had, the Vet believed she'd been thrown from a moving car.

Suffice it to say, if I EVER catch someone doing that dump and run crap...well, I hope the jury is composed of animal lovers.

This was done right. Breeding farm was going under.  Turned the horses over to a Vet, who advertised them.  Cabernet and Merlot (L to R) now reside on Rancho juvat

 

Oh, well, on to a happier subject.  MBD and The Rev have signed the contract for their house.  Our plan is to visit next Saturday and give it a look see.  It was a bit pricey, but doable.  Our objective is to see what Mrs. J and I can do to help and lower fixing/moving costs a bit.  Back in my caveman days, I painted my way through college, so I should be able to help there.  We'll see.  I may have to negotiate with my blogger boss as painting on the weekends with a 3 hour drive each way, may impart a slight impedance to blogging on Monday, we'll see.

Had a good time Saturday nite at our Wine Maker Friend's Winery.  They host a quarterly dinner for their wine club members.  This one's theme was Poor Man's Dinner.  It's generally held around April 15th and features Beans and Corn Bread as the menu, hence the name. It did include Wine (of course).  Surprisingly, the meal was quite tasty.  Many of the participants had gone on the Wine Cruise in March, so Mrs. J and I knew most folks there.  Mrs. J's heavily into planning another Wine Cruise from Nuremburg to Luxembourg on the Rhine,Moselle and Main Rivers in November '24.  Our Friends wanted her to give a short spiel about the trip to start generating interest.  The March Cruise was a blast, this one should be no different.

While we were sitting at the table eating, we got introduced to the Brother of one of the ladies that went on the cruise.  He'd obviously been briefed as the first thing he asked was what had I flown.  I told him and he told me that he'd been a C-130 and C-5 pilot.  He was about a year ahead of me going through pilot training, so we had a blast telling "war" stories.  All in all, it was a good time.

Finally, MBD and Little J had asked me to put together a notebook of my favorite recipes that I cook.  It's one of those on again/off again projects.  While I've typed up a lot of my recipes, I haven't had much enthusiasm about the project.  Until now.

 


This week, I happened to have been going through the closet in my office (sometimes referred to as "The Dump") when I saw a plastic box I had forgotten about quite a while ago.  It was full of my Mom's favorite (and therefore my favorite) recipes.

Well, retyping them into the computer should keep me off the streets at night for a while.  All were hand written.  Yeah, my eyes leaked a bit. Only fair...She is my Mom!

Peace out y'all!