## 251127: T-day
## While I was in transit, there were quite a few phone calls, from Mom's
## doctor, the hospice place, concerned neighbors, etc.  In a small way it
## felt like various people were jumping the gun with speculations before I
## was able to be present and evaluate options, but once I got on-site and
## could talk to relevant people I could finally form a path forward.  Since
## Mom had basically bought into continuing care through all of the resources
## at the retirement campus where she was living, bringing her back to the
## long-term nursing-level care area here seemed like the obvious choice.
## Here's what I posted once this was sorted out.

Well, we finally have a Plan.  I talked to doctors and social-workers and
care-facility administrators at some length yesterday.  Hospice has the pain
meds at a reasonably stable level, and the next step is to transition from
there to a more "long-term care" situation.  In other words, the equivalent of
a nursing home.  But lo!  Right here on campus is the Carroll Center, where
in fact Mom landed two years ago after her "event nobody could explain" and
recovery/rehab thereafter.  Now obviously there's going to be no rehab step,
but they do have a bed for her and it's just about the most convenient place
for Mom to be.  Some of their services are already essentially pre-paid from
the steep price of becoming a resident in this retirement community in the
first place.  Even so, it's not the cheapest option by any means, but we can
afford it and the quality of care is well known to be top-notch.  The Hospice
folks will still be involved, from their office right up the road a mile or
two, and the Carroll has suitably skilled people to handle the day-to-day.
And it's an easy walk across campus from the house I'm staying in.

The move will happen either Friday or Monday (no real hurry, it gives folks
time to prepare).  I am *so* glad that there are now many people in the loop
that are far better at dealing with this than I am -- if this was back in
colonial times or whenever, when family were the only caretakers available and
painkillers weren't really a thing, this would be incredibly traumatic and
I'd probably bugger it all up.

And sure, you can look up "Carroll center" and doxx where we are, in a somewhat
nonspecific way, but know that this is one of the premium continuing-care
facilities in the area.  Maybe that's kind of an advertisement to those who
make the effort to dig around more.

Meanwhile, Vanguard (investment house) has screwed up a significant part of her
financials because they're trying to move all their old-style accounts to some
new "brokerage" structure, even though neither of us really needed it.  But
because I tried to start the process for her account [using DPoA status which
they know about -- I'm a full co-trustee by now] which failed halfway through,
now it's in some "transition" state and I can't transfer funds out of it like I
NEED to in anticipation of larger costs ahead.  Argh.  And most of their
support people are offshore, so I have to ask to be transferred back to the US
on almost every call I make to them.  I will *not* discuss domestic financials
with those sniveling filipinos, period.

I expect that some of this will turn into a running diary, sort of like I did
before in 2022 when life became so, uh, interesting for a time.  It may just
be a contination of the same running saga.  You could argue that I supposedly
learned a lot of lessons from that time but *I* still need to go back
and read a lot of it and my own notes to remember the major points of dealing
with stuff.  It may save space here to just link to new sections over there,
so I'll probably start doing that with one-line summaries in various forums.

Oh, and it's T-day of course.  A big bunch of relative young-uns just walked by
on the street.  The security guard trailing the group in a golf-cart said it
was an organized "turkey trot" so he was out there keeping them safe on the
road.  And even though Mom isn't with me, I can go pick up a take-out
"thanksgiving dinner" from the dining room and bring it home.  Or maybe even
to Mom, although she hasn't been eating anything other than a little ice cream
for the past several days.  This may indicate that her nutrient-processing
mechanisms are already shutting down -- fairly typical of someone who's dying,
but it's still a question of how long.

So if anyone's still wondering who the heck I'm talking about, I created
a simple website to capture some of what her life involved.  She is revered as
a goddess in various niche circles as an advocate for intricate handcrafts
and the evident truth that we should return to a secular but "appropriately
spiritual" society with *women* running pretty much everything.