I hope she doesn't stink too bad:)

Just a quickie blog...the assisted living called and left a message on our answering machine today to say that PG was refusing to take a shower today, and after a lot of discussion, she has consented to showering tomorrow. I'm sure they're letting us know that they tried just in case we go visit and she stinks--hehehehe. I wish all their calls were this easy!

We've been home from a nice vacation for a week now. So, I thought I'd update my PG blog. I was contacted (by cell phone) only twice while we were on vaca that the aides at the assisted living found PG on the floor--no major injuries thankfully. We got home and went right over to visit her...as soon as I walked into her room, I noticed a huge box in her closet and asked her about it. "I'm using it to pack my things in, I'm moving."
Me: You are?
PG: Yes, I'm moving. Everyone here is moving.
Me: They are, where are they going?
PG: They have boxes out and they're packing.
SSIL goes out into the dining area, looks around, and comes back and says--"they 're putting up Halloween decorations, but no one is moving."
Me: Mom, why do you think you're moving?
PG: Well, aren't I?
Me: Don't you think that I would tell you if you were moving?
PG: Yes, I guess you would. I don't know how I got that idea in my head...
So, SSIL gets rid of the huge box. Then (after visiting for a while) I asked her if she'd like to wear her glasses so that she can see the TV better. I opened her eye glass case to find her glasses missing a lens and an ear piece and all torqued. Before I could say anything, she blurts out, "I didn't do it!" "Someone else must have broke them, they've been having parties in here, and you know how everyone makes such a big deal about my glasses. I think someone wants to steal them."
OohhKayyyyyy.
So we start looking all over her room for the other lens and ear piece. These glasses were only bought in May and were kinda expensive, and I'm thinking that if we can find the other lens, Lenscrafters would probably replace the frames for free. They're very cute--purple metal frames with tiny rhinestones. They look really nice with her white hair and she does get lots of compliments about them. SSIL looks in all the dresser drawers while I'm looking under the bed, in the closet. We look for about 30 minutes and I'm beginning to think that maybe they got lost in the laundry and are long gone. But then I look in a basket of yarn (PG use to crochet) on the floor next to the bed and find an ear piece. I got all excited and kept looking and found the lens. Yay! SSIL and I are thinking that maybe she fell and they broke cuz PG has a new scab on her face near her eye.
Anyway, Lenscrafter is replacing the frames and PG should have her glasses back in a week. PG is also glad that she doesn't have to move:)

Happy 80th Birthday Pink G!

On Oct 1st, PG turned 80 years old. Wow 80 years. It's really too bad that we live so far away from our family. It would have been fun to have everyone see PG on her birthday...except that (have I mentioned?) she's Jehovah's Witness (JW). JWs don't celebrate birthdays...So, while I was at work, I called SSIL and asked him to take PG a bouquet of flowers in the morning to wish her a happy birthday. PG is more with it in the early part of the day. So he did and after I got home from work, we went to visit her again. It was about 5:30 pm and we walk into her room and I say, "Hi mom, how are you doing? Happy Birthday, today is your birthday." She replies, "So that's why you're here." As if I never come to visit. Then, we sit and try to visit, but she's laying on the bed and keeps falling asleep while we're there. Thankfully, my brother calls while we're there (I was running out of things to say), and wishes her a happy BD. We stay about another 1/2 hour after his call and go home. What a way to spend a birthday. We can't even bring her to our house, she's not suppose to bare weight on her leg from the surgery--seeing her lay there, I realize it doesn't matter anyway. She really doesn't want to do anything. We tried to get her to go listen to a guy who came to entertain the residents by playing the piano and organ--she wouldn't go. The aides told me that they tried to get her to go before we got there. Oct 1st was just like any other old day.