My family is finally alone again. Just me, Mom, Roger, Punky, Maggie, Lily . . . and soon to be, Truett. Thursday Truett comes home from Shands Rehab Hospital. Bruce, one of our employees is rigging up some kind of box to place under Truett's recliner so Truett doesn't flip out of it again.
Also,I sense a different attitude in Truett this time before he comes home. He seems to want to walk. He says he wants to walk. But, I'm skeptical. I am afraid once he sees his scooter, he will forget he has legs.
Today I told Truett I would call his beautician to come to the house to give him a hair cut because he looks like a wooly mammoth right now. His beard is way too long. His hair is way too long. But Truett told me he didn't want Sean to come to the house. "We'll just stop by on the way home," he said. "I can walk."
Truett went on to say, "I walk around here all the time. Just put your hand under my belt and don't let me fall." I must admit that walking at rehab is one thing, but walking on the sidewalk in High Springs is a totally different thing that scares the hebejeebies out of me.
So, I am not sure what we'll do about the haircut at this point. I'm hoping Truett will forget about it for a few days and then maybe Sean will just appear at my door like a genie, with scissors and razors in hand.
The rest of my life, dealing with my mother's things, is iffy. I told an auctioneer today I did not need his services when he told me how little he would pay for the rest of my mother's things. I told him my mother's things could sit in that house until Hell freezes over before I would accept his offer. What a jerk!
So . . .that's where I am right now.
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