Note from the Eldercare Underground: Escrow, Suspicion, and Random Acts of Kindness
For those of you who wished me well when I put my mother’s house on the market, I have news.
It sold—in two days. Wow.
And, we had two offers on it–both at or near the asking price. We went with a couple who had been looking at old houses in town for several years. They live on a ranch west of here and wanted a weekend get-away place in our historic area. They had no conditions attached to the offer and didn’t come back with any repair requests after they had an inspection of my mother’s 1910 era home.
Can’t beat a deal like that.
We closed escrow today, less than a month after accepting the offer.
On the suspicion front, the manager of The Hotel (retirement center) had asked me what I thought about possibly moving my mother to another room closer to the nurses’ station in the front.
The nurses and aides have to hoof it down to her room at the end of one of the halls so often to “coax” her to do things (like eat in the dining room) and it would make their lives easier to be able to just pop into her room.
I can certainly understand their reasoning, but I knew, if asked, my mother would automatically say “no”—to me.
That’s pretty much a given with her. I don’t think I can remember many things she has acceded to right away when I’m the one asking.
The old “coax me” thing, again.
So. When I broached the topic to her last week, not surprisingly, she said she didn’t want to move.
On Tuesday I had to take her to the doctor and I stopped in first to check with Sandra. I asked her if she had spoken with my mother and she said she had asked her if she would be agreeable to moving.
She said my mother replied with:
“Was this my daughter’s idea?”
Sandra had to laugh, but she told her “No, this was my idea!”
As it turns out, the room near the nurses’ station had already been earmarked for a new gentleman, so we are in a holding pattern about switching for now.
As long as it isn’t my idea.
Random acts of kindness—My husband and I were at Walmart after closing escrow on the house today.
(No, we weren’t going on a spending spree with the proceeds.)
He had to get a new internet router for our computer after a recent lightning strike right over our house fried our modem and our satellite TV receiver. The router has been a little iffy so we figured we’d start afresh—until the next bolt from the heavens.
Maybe God isn’t a big blog fan.
We were at the checkout behind an elderly lady who was in one of their motorized scooters. I overheard her exclaim “thank you!” several times to someone, but wasn’t close enough to be in on what had occurred.
After we checked out and were walking to our car, we came upon this same lady, who was struggling to get out of her scooter. She had several bags in its basket and we offered to help her put them in her car.
She thanked us for our offer, and while we were doing that she said “Do you know, the lady who was in front of me in line paid for my groceries! I don’t even know her, but she paid $21 for everything I was buying.”
She went on to say that it made her feel good that there still were kind and caring people in the world.