Monday, September 23, 2019
My brother and I spent part of yesterday watching birds on his backyard feeder. There were chickadees in the morning and tufted titmice (above) in the afternoon.
We also saw a big ol' pileated woodpecker in a tree above his driveway -- its forceful pounding dislodged a dead branch that fell on my brother's recycling bin and scared us. (We were afraid it hit the car.) Doesn't that bird look very punk-rock, with a red mohawk? Or maybe kind of Bowie, with streaky eye makeup.
At my mom's retirement community we saw this white moth on the sidewalk. I think it's either an agreeable tiger moth (Spilosoma congrua) or a fall webworm moth (Hyphantria cunea). I'll be darned if I can tell the difference, especially since I didn't get a good look at its underside. We gingerly moved it off the path and onto some nearby grass.
We took Mom to lunch at Five Guys, where I had a hamburger and fries and a vanilla shake and then felt like I didn't need to eat for the rest of the day! (It was a good burger, though.) Today we'll go back and while I take her out for breakfast and maybe a visit to a park, my brother will supervise her move. We hope to have it all done by the time I bring her back in the afternoon. Fortunately she doesn't have a lot of stuff.
I haven't really blogged about why she's moving. I want to protect my mom's privacy and not go into it too much, but suffice to say that her memory, cognition and communication skills have been failing for a couple of years now. She was fine living on her own until fairly recently, but it's getting to the point where she loses track of time, forgets (or refuses) to take her few medicines, doesn't eat well and shuts herself inside alone. So she's moving to an apartment where she will have some assistance in staying on a schedule and hopefully interacting a little more with people (while maintaining a private residence).
The new unit is smaller than the one she's in now and she won't have a kitchen -- but honestly, she doesn't cook anymore (and shouldn't be cooking) so I'm not sure that will matter. We're going to set it up as similarly to her current place as we can. She's not going to like this change, as I said, but I'm planning to stay with her the rest of the week and I'm hoping that will help her settle in a bit.
As I lay in the hammock in my brother's yard last night, decompressing from yesterday and dreading today, his dog Queens stalked lizards in the bushes. She's obsessed!