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New Beginnings in Old Surroundings

    We’ve passed our first month on the calendar as HANC (Housekeeper, Activities Director, Nutritionist and Companion) and some days it seems we just arrived at my mother’s house. Other days, it seems we’re settled in and our routine is time-tested and sturdy.

As difficult as it is to move, relocating more than 300 miles away is even more trying. We were both fortunate that we weren’t also moving to new jobs and the challenges that provides. Although Curtis has worked remotely for many years, this move did present its share of slowdowns for him. I was a little better off with my job not needing quite the level of technology that his requires and I was able to get right to editing soon after our move.

     Of course, it’s always a struggle to move, but to move into a fully furnished house that has been home for nearly 5o years was a first for both of us and somewhat unsettling for my mother.

     She’s been living alone since my father passed away in the early 1980s with little exception.

     Not long after my father’s death, my brother David joined the military and she was completely alone for the first time.  From time to time, she’s hosted her children and others who visited for a week or more, but she’s mostly been alone.

 

 

     More than 20 years later, she remarried. A year later, shewas a widow and lived alone, again.

 

 

 

     Now, here I am, with a husband and a very vocal cat, disrupting her life. She thanks us several times most days and apologizes for not being able to fully express her gratitude. 

 

     Other days, she exerts herself as the homeowner and defies me to make any changes – even to the kitchen, which she said is, “yours to do with as you please.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’re all spreading our wings, trying to see what we can do to “make this work.”

Great Blue Heron flies over lake at sunset

 

     One of  the first dramatic obstacles was finding a workaround for her aging air conditioner. For months, we thought Momma had been adjusting the thermostat, and there is some truth to that; but her adjustment wasn’t the only problem with the fact that many afternoons, when my sister, Jane, came to take Momma for her appointment at the hair salon, she’d find the house was in the mid 80s.

      When we visited in April, my husband, Curtis, thought it might be helpful to install a programmable digital thermostat, rather than the old-style mercury slide she’d had for years. The digital didn’t help much. Two months later, when we moved in, we found the house was still stiflingly hot. So, we called a repairman to come service the unit. The next day was one of the hottest days on record in this state and the 18-year-old unit could not keep up with the heatwave. When repeated calls to the repairman went unanswered, we called others.

     One came out and did a more thorough service job and by the time he left, the unit was cooling again. Our comfort was short-lived, however. The service call could do only so much. Hot air was leaking in through the un-insulated attic and old windows. We could literally feel the hot air coming in through some cracks.

     The first line of defense was to purchase a window air conditioner as an auxiliary unit. Once that was installed, thanks to Curtis and Matt, we realized we still needed to address some of the larger air leaks, Curtis and I put a sheet of insulation inside the hall, covering the gaping area surrounding the attic access and could immediately feel a coolness. Still, the hot air comes in, but we’ve learned which doors to close to keep the house reasonably comfortable – also, we rely on ceiling and floor fans to move the air through the house.fan

 

 

 

 

 

     I’ve had to readjust my daily goals. Now, I’m satisfied if I can unpack just one box  instead of hoping to complete a room. That way, I’m not exhausting myself every day.

 

      I also discovered one thing that helps me with stress – and there is more than enough of that to go around! Today, I had an incident where I was overwhelmed and Momma made a snarky comment.

night fire

      I decided I needed a fire. I wanted to burn things. We’ve had some rain and I felt my fire pit was safe, so I carried all the paper I could find outside. I also gathered some limbs and twigs and added old wooden shelves from the open shed to the inferno. The paper burned and the wood smoldered. I put some things in the better storage shed and I sweated. I kept moving and moving and moving.

bed made up

 

 

 

     By the time I’d moved things and burned things and was too tired to move any more, Momma had gone to bed.

 

      I missed saying, “goodnight” to her, but I didn’t lose my cool with her, either.

 

Black and blue butterfly

 

    

 

     Like the butterfly that landed on the window air conditioner and needed to warm in the sun before taking off, I needed the warmth of the fire and movement before I could remember why I am here – for my mother.

     My family and my life have changed dramatically. No longer am I a simply a wife and newspaper editor with weekends free to explore, shop and lounge about. Now, instead of concerning myself with what to prepare for dinner for my husband and myself, I must consider all three meals for us as well as my mother, whose medications, more than her health, make dietary restrictions a matter of life and death.

      A few months ago, it wasn’t important whether or not I skipped a meal. Today, I can’t risk it. Last winter, I needed only to worry about my own health and welfare (and my husband’s) but today, it’s vital that I not only maintain a healthy lifestyle for myself, I must also take steps to ensure my mother’s life is as stress-free as possible, too.

     I am a HANC. I manage the housekeeping, family activities, nutritional needs and provide companionship for my mother.

     Returning to my childhood home, I am making new beginnings for all of us, in old surroundings. The adventure has started.

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