on week 3 we finally got some good news: the boy’s dad got a spot in a nursing home! so we packed his suitcase (how weird to choose all the clothes someone is going to wear for the foreseeable future), signed the papers and brought him there.

the facilities are really nice and the workers are friendly and poke him good naturedly when they pass him in the corridor. two of my cousins work there, and it feels a little easier knowing someone on the inside is keeping an eye on him. the transition hasn’t been the smoothest, with him keeping everyone up at night with his wandering around… the in-house doctor has adjusted his medication a few times to help him sleep through the night, and he’s been a bit more sedated than usual. i hope they find a good balance soon. he’s kind of getting used to being there, but not really fully aware of what’s happening — sometimes he recognizes people and sometimes he doesn’t. dementia is hard to describe — it’s cruel and relentless, a steady downwards slope. (i keep drifting to reddit to read other people’s stories).

meanwhile, i’ve been really tired. between managing all these senior logistics and having little niece around for a few days while her parents went skiing (i had offered to babysit months ago), i’m feeling pretty drained. hopefully things will be a little lighter going forward and we will be able to actually work and sleep through the night for a change.

to distract myself, i’ve finished reading all of us murderers and listening to a house with good bones, but have been mostly drawn towards dramione fanfiction, which feels easier to digest with my scattered brain. i’ve taken the kid to her swimming lessons, and enjoyed her splashing and jumps. it’s been cold and raining non-stop and it even snowed in marão, the distant hills covered with a dusting of white.

i really miss the quietness and warmth of home. soon, hopefully.