Ever changing life

I haven't blogged for a little while. Those of you who are friends on Facebook (Krystal Koncepts) or who belong to "widowsisland@yahoo.com) are fairly well abreast of what's happening in my life.

I unexpectedly adopted another doxie in distress. This one is between 7 and 10 years old, black and tan miniature with a big fat tumor on her behind. She is also loving, gentle and adorable. And she desperately needs her teeth cleaned. Whew, the stench! I will get to it. Got the "needs" but as you will read later, not the time or energy yet. Named her "Lucky" but she tail and behind wags so much I'm caller her "Happy Go Lucky" a lot of the time.

On Sat, July 9 I got word my Dad's wife had been found unconscious at her home and my Dad (who has dementia big time) needed care taker on an emergency basis. Sooooo, got neighbor who has not yet moved to take care of house and outside kitties, took dogs and some clothes and hit the road.

The next five days were a nightmare. Dad was a little upset over a change in caretakers and would NOT relax to sleep, kept stripping, had potty problems, would get up and wander then fall, a total nightmare for sleepless caretaker with a bad back... Bro did all he could and one of his lady friends helped a lot too but nobody was sleeping more than a snatched hour or three at most.

His wife's offspring were taking care of her-and she's apparently going to be ok, was out of the hospital and making decisions although for a while she'll need care herself...

She agreed that it was time for professional care for Dad. Oh, MAN! NO prep for this had been done. We scrambled to get it done after I told them I was done. Back would not take any more.That was about four days in, I think. Tuesday maybe? Wednesday? and I thought it was Friday!!!

We started working on it, them looking for nursing homes and me checking with VA and filing Vet papers. He had never qualified for him Vet benefits! He's 87!!! I had to stay a couple more days, doing further back damage but hopefully nothing permanent. Rough.

We all together finally got him on track for medicaid to cover until Vet benefits kick in and on Monday the 18th he was taken in to the care home altzheimer's wing. (I know I didn't spell that right)

Meanwhile there was some back and forth about me and my sibs coughing up up-front money as his wife had run up about $80,000 in debt and had little surplus income. She was an angel in how she cared for him but I guess her compensation was to buy anything she wanted. We discovered she had investments from her late husband and we (sibs) have only paid for homes and little else. Needless to say we coughed up nothing.

It may be a bit harsh but, although I do love my Dad, I owe him nothing. He never helped us through any crisis and he's been married to her for 22 years. All three of us backed out of it completely now that the danger is past. Sadly my Dad, although not abusive to us, was never a model father. If it struck him as fun he did a few things with us, otherwise he did what he wanted and bought what he wanted without considering what his kids needed. Mom intervened as best she could. She made at least half the income if not more and thus paid to make sure her children had shoes, clothes and educations to the best of her ability. Bless her.

One thing that changed my life for sure was that when I hit the road on yet another family crisis I realized I had to make it work to move back close. I'd given up the idea because I couldn't get financing. Well, selling the backhoe and months spent repairing my credit changed that a lot.

I've committed to sell my place to a friend on owner financing with enough down to get into a very inexpensive house. While staying with Sis, recuperating from staying with Dad, I searched and found one home I love and that is within my price range and a back up one that will most likely do and has guaranteed financing. I'm waiting out the attempt to finance the better of the two. Price is lower, it fits my needs better and I really LIKE it. The other, well, its a house I can live with and comes close to fitting my needs but will require more from me over time to make it fit my life.

I should know within a couple of weeks which way I have to go. I've begun packing (again!!) and am being as drastic as I can in cutting down what I'll move. EVERYTHING that has to do with what makes life good for me (carving and pyrography tools and supplies/wire-work and metal work and beading tools and supplies) is going with. Computer and hmmmm, even some furniture that isn't work tables. LOL

Plan to move late Sept or early Oct as I can't deal with the heat at or over 100 degrees.
So, this is my life and what's happening.

I know I'm leaving the property JD loved in the hands of a friend who is more like him than I am. That is a comfort.