I think it's coming up (or down) to the time where I think Gram is going to have to movie in with me. This is how I started this blog entry back in early July.

She's either losing the ability to or not caring enough about keeping herself active and healthy. Maybe she's been that way for decades, to be honest, and it's just seems worse because I'm more aware or maybe it's because she finally is acting older. Less rambunctious and lively. 

Nowadays she's holding onto everything when she walks and is more hunched over. Most of her days, from what I can gather, are spent watching mindless TV (I think she's seen every low budget soap opera style movie) and doing word search puzzles in her chair. She used to drive all over hell but now her car will sit days without being moved.  

She's a stubborn pain in the ass...I mean that in the best way possible. 

A couple weeks ago, she was told by her landlord that they were going to be selling the house she rents and she'd have to find a place to move. I told her she was welcome to move in with me (minus the dog - he's a small pain in the ass that shits in the house). I'm kind of wandering around right now, but told her I'd make sure she had a bed wherever I went until I found a permanent spot. Other family members have offered her a place. I don't know how realistic those places are, as they are either already crowded or a bit more hazardous (for lack of a better word) living conditions, especially for an 86 year old.

She didn't seem keen on living with anybody. Did I mention she's stubborn? Haha. Anyway, she's been looking at places (mostly she cannot afford) or that would give her new problems physically getting into them. She has a wicked time climbing stairs and, if you didn't know, they'll likely get covered with snow and ice during the winters in Maine. 

She's going to try living in a trailer (mobile home for those not familiar with the lifestyle), which on paper doesn't seem like a bad idea for a lady her age...except she'll need someone to shovel the snow, get her up and down the stairs, carry in groceries, take out her trash, etc etc. Where she is now is ground level (no stairs) so she's capable of doing a lot still and has family, friends and neighbors who help out when needed. We've tried sending in professional house-keeping and other people to assist but she's a feisty one and doesn't like strangers (or even people she knows) at her house too often.

I'm the one who is in the best position to help (from my perspective) and up until recently she'd listen to me. She's talked about moving in for years, but no real seriousness behind it. 

Some of this writing is superfluous or redundant or obvious. I guess what I'm doing it getting words out of my head and seeing if you may have had some wisdom on this type of life endeavor?