Uglee, but necessary

Hallelujah, and pass the bubble bath....mom's move is done.  She is in her new room and seems happy as a pig in mud, although she isn't sure how to work her new chair.  We got her one of those lift chairs and despite the fact it only goes two directions--up and down--she's still working on getting that part down, which is understandable, given everything that was thrown at her today.

I will say this--she never ceases to amaze me.  Even when she's not sure she's going to like something, she'll still gut it up and give it a shot.  And even though the chair is brown--not the most feminine color--we talked them into letting us have it off the floor, since it's the only one they had.   To order one takes six weeks and  well....uh, we need it now.  So, they let us have it.  Just a small plug for Laz-y-Boy -- they are the greatest people in the world to deal with and their delivery guy sounds just like Barry White...and that's not a bad thing either, baby. 

I think the thing I noticed the most, other than how hot I got zipping back and forth from one end of the building to the other, was how all of the people over at the Plaza seem like a little family.  The residents are all close and form little buddy systems.  The man across the hall from mom's old space wanted to know if she could still come upstairs, and eat with "their group".  They used to go to EVERY meal together and sit with the same people, three meals a day.  And the staff.....OMG.  One of the aides came by to check on mom before her move, and I found out then just how close they were.  She calls mom, "Mama", and mom loves it.  At first I laughed at how funny they were together, and then I nearly cried, overhearing them talk.  The kindness, the support, the humor, and the bonds that form were mind blowing for me...  While Alzheimers is undoubtedly a devastating disease, there are gifts in it as well.  You get to see the very best people have to offer, over and over again.