In thirty minutes I will leave home to venture to the rehab center to pick up Peg. I feel confident that she is well enough to return to her home environment, but with reservation. Yesterday, I hired a full time caretaker, and she will be here by the time Peg and I arrive home.
Peg seemed okay with Donna during the interview. By the time I arrived at eleven, Donna was already visiting with Peg in the dining room. They seem to hit it off, and it made me happy to see Peg smiling and talking. Of course, no one had a clue as to what she was saying, but that doesn’t matter.
This is an adventure because we are accepting a complete stranger into our home to live with us and to care for Peg who is known to flash moments of femalian jealousy when she feels threatened. I have lived through this type of scenario before when I hired a caretaker for my aged Aunt Marie. In that case my deceased wife was not around to get nervous, and Marie didn’t really give a hoot.
Wish me luck, better yet, say a prayer that all works well.