We still need to acquire a dresser (hers is huge and old and she doesn't want to move it) and move the Good TV (and get a better stand for it, because it is perched on the tiniest little cart you've ever seen and I can't imagine how it hasn't fallen over). I can't lift that sucker, it has to wait for R's muscles, but the good TV would be infinitely easier to see from both bed and chair. I have a tentative plan for cleaning out the house in stages, and after Stage One, we can call a Realtor and get the sucker listed.
I think my mother really is ready for this. She did fine on her own yesterday, but today she was tired and watched my packing efforts from the couch, though she was quite cheerful and upbeat. I think more than one more night solo would be pushing our luck, and the timing is working out just right so far. And she's ready - she likes the idea of meals and services and a nice housekeeper to clean the apartment. So far, so good.
Yesterday, after the Hair God fixed my hair, I felt I deserved a little Me Time, so I dropped in at my too-infrequently visited LYS, and saw several light cotton sweater ideas that