So many things I should be doing but am running into one snag after another... soon going to just say to heck with it and chuck it all and do what I really want to do which is to get to work on my YA novel.... that was what I'd hoped to focus on this week... but with all the trips to and from Niagara Falls and so on, it just didn't happen.
The one day that I was here and was starting to make progress on it, a friend showed up to visit... put it away and haven't been back to it since!
Anyway - for those of you who have been following the saga re: my father, they're talking about sending him home, possibly today. There will be nursing care at least, at home - and hopefully by the time his wife goes back to work they will have sorted out home care; she is still very resistant to that, but I can hope! He really should not be left on his own for extended periods of time - tis clear to everyone but her *sigh* Sure is frustrating to listen to her go on about how wonderfully independant he is - fantasy; it's all fantasy. If only she could hear herself!
I have talked to both my brother & sister about the fast one she tried to pull the other day - both of them support my actions, which is good to know, since I had to act without their input at the time.
What happened was that I happened to be there when the lawyer showed up to finalize their paperwork; wills, and Powers of Attorney for Personal Care and Finances. Could care less about who she named for hers, of course. But I was appalled, and more than a little insulted, to discover that she had named HER daughter as POA for him if anything were to happen to her. He has three adult children of his own and one stepdaughter - to name the step seemed like a slap in the face to all three of us. Especially since it is very clear that if something were to happen to her, I would be the lucky one to take over and provide for him, with support from my brother & sister.
Anyway - when the lawyer read out the pertinent bits I was so angry that I immediately left the room - okay, the hospital! I went outside to my smokin' tree and texted both my bro & sister. No response, so I called hubby ....and promptly burst into tears. I hate that! So does he - but I am so blessed, anyway .... he may hate it when I am upset but he is very very good at helping me to calm down and see things rationally. I was so intent on just running away, heading home - but he pushed me to go back upstairs and deal with it.
I am very glad he did. When I did go back up (my intention being to register my disapproval, to give her stOOpid house key back, and to say good-bye [for good] to my father) - they had been talking at length about it - and my father had actually managed to get out his understanding - i.e. that if something happened to B. - or even if she just wouldn't do it any more - Dee (he's the only one that calls me that) would be the one to take care of him. So they'd already decided to change it accordingly, and even B was okay with it. She said that 'she just thought that since her daughter lived closer....it wasn't meant to be an insult.' Which I do NOT believe, but whatever.....we managed to get past it, and, although it was awkward after the lawyer left, I hung around for a couple of hours until Dad fell asleep before I left.
Anyway.... both brother & sister are glad I got it sorted ....and that I left on relatively good terms... managed to get through it without getting myself banned again... suppose that's something!