Spoke too soon
Well, I talked to Mom today after all. She asked the front desk receptionist at her facility to call me for her. That’s a new development – or a new decline, depending on how you look at it. She has been calling me exclusively at my work number for months now, including weekends and evenings. So I check my work messages every Saturday and Sunday and while I am away on vacation. The receptionist said Mom was anxious about all the snow we’ve had here and she wanted to talk to me. I told Mom she is safe in her apartment and she said, “I don’t have an apartment here anymore.” That, too, is new. So I’m stopping there after work to see what’s going on. I have a hunch that when I get there, she’ll be surprised to see me.