Dotsie and Chatty, thanks for asking.

We are still in the last throws of moving. This morning I emptied another clothes closet.

My first impressions are heart breaking. I think 99% of the residents suffer under some kind of dementia. At the introduction meeting, the authorities told me about 30% are at my mother’s level. It’s just not true.

That is the toughest revelation, and is literally gnawing away at my conscience. Did I move my Mom too soon? Will she be even lonelier than before?

I now feel like I need to visit her more than before. She is actually being a great trooper about this, and realizes I am worried sick about it. She's been comforting me. Ha! Isn't That the joke of the year?

I will be checking the senior clubs in the city, and hope they can offer some activities for my mother. They do have lots of activities at the home she’s in…but everybody around her falls asleep with open mouths. Oh dear God.