Looking After Mom

I drove for two hours to take care of my mother. A neighbor had complained to the police that she was letting gas from her stove fill up her house and was using her microwave oven, making the neighbor think that Mom was about to blow up her house. Two sherrif's deputies were there when I arrived. They told me about what was happening until a social worker from adult protective services showed up. Mom was, in her own words, "out of touch," but with the way she was worrying about losing her keys and all the ways people could break into her house and whether the power company would do something to make her computer blow up, she was really in more serious condition than that. I stayed with her for the next couple of nights, waiting for my brother, James, to fly in from Texas to take care of her affairs and move her back there with her.