The Scout has returned from Arkansas. He is glad to be home and is recovering nicely.
Outside Forest Grove, Oregon.
My mom is at home in Oregon refusing to take her meds. It’s the disease. For those who missed, the previous blather on this topic is here.
I spoke with an attorney yesterday and figured out if I had started the guardianship process when my mom first went in the hospital last month, the process would be complete by now. Nothing like climbing a learning curve.
My mom has developed paranoid thoughts about me.
Mom: Kelly, why did you leave all that stuff under the seat of the car?
Me: I’m not sure what stuff you are talking about.
Mom: I think you do. Click.
Me: Hi Mom, it’s Kelly.
Mom: I don’t think there’s anything else to be said. Click.
Just outside the David Hill Winery. Try their Farmhouse Red.
I don’t know what I’m going to do re: my mother. I’m trying to keep the hand-wringing and brow-furrowing to a minimum. That takes a lot of energy, but burns an alarmingly small number of calories.
She’s not answering her phone this morning. I’m going to call the Hillsboro Police and ask them to do a welfare check. They have the authority to put her on a hold.