COMING TOGETHER--73

Mom wants to go to her hairdresser by cab, 16 miles one way on her own. This bothers me. She can't see, she can't take care of herself, she gets lost in places she knows. I am wondering if I should call my brother about this. I fear the worst, that some cab driver or someone seeing her on her own will beat her up, steal all her money. This would not be hard to do.

I wonder if this is the beginning of a confrontation about the way she lives. I believe she belongs in a retirement home. She refuses to go. We are going to have it out over this, one way or another. In a way, I wish some circumstance would hurt her enough to make her realize how defenseless she is. But then even if it did, she'd want to forget it the next day.

I think things are coming to a head. I need to spend money to buy tires for the car, I need to decide about selling the car. I might need it if my living with my mother changes or ends suddenly. If she goes into a retirement home, I will have to find an apartment and get more hours at work. This little mini-retirement life I'm living might be ending soon.

If Mom goes to a retirement home, I will end this blog. My other blog on science and technology might be ending soon. The editor and I have failed to attract an audience outside our own circle. So things might be coming to a halt here, soon.

It is around 130pm at night, Saturday morning, June 1. It's almost too cute, having thiings change on the first--a new month, the 6th month of the year, half-over.

How long will things continue as they are? I don't know, but I fear change will drop upon us suddenly.