We went around that same bush a LOT with my late MIL. At about the same age. The idea of spending (gasp) that $200K (double-gasp) over a decade to cover the difference is unthinkable anathema. And yes, the “I don’t deserve …” thinking is very common & very tough to overcome.
MIL made it to 96-2/3rds but at your parents’ current age she was in what sounds like much better shape. A decade+ is not a realistic concern. Such is the (sad) human condition.
Different but related topic:
MIL’s husbands had died decades ago, so what I’m about to say wasn’t a factor for her, but will be for you. And warrants some careful stubby-pencil work and some emotional prep for them to avoid problems later:
Depending on the details of FIL’s pension, it may end completely when he does, or may continue in possibly significantly reduced form for her. And when the first of the two of them die, the lower of their two SS payments dies with them, while the higher payment continues to the survivor.
In my condo president role, I dealt with many cases where the elderly couple did OK financially in their paid-off condo on both their SS checks plus his pension, but whose budget was instantly underwater when he and his pension and her lesser SS dried up, leaving just his greater SS as their/her sole source of monthly income. Amplified of course that in her grief and disorientation she was totally paralyzed / terrified of spending even a penny of her nest-egg = sole remaining safety cushion.
At that point in your description I thought you meant that this occurred during the trial when the defendant or his pal(s) assaulted the bailiff. Oops. That’d be a little more excitement than trials are supposed to have.
Had a microburst last night. I was at the barn and there is not much louder than sheets of rain on a metal roof, Ariel was a tad wired. Power went out. We lost a tree and it crashed at the end of the half mile driveway. Guys went out with the tractor and chains. Two more downed trees within a 5 mile drive home. Lots of power outages. Today is bright and sunny…. N.O.S
Morning all. Wednesday was sleep-in day, stayed abed until after 8am, but paper has been retrieved and pill taken, so all is proceeding. Will forage soon after this message and then look to go swimmin-n-sauna later; no soccer coaching tonight so might actually do something around the house.
FCM, can your financial folks do something that invests MIL/FIL money and pays them out on a monthly basis? Should be something conservative out there (my annunities are still leaking money, but they should be good for at least 10-12 years and by then I’ll be in my 80’s) they could use.
BBBoo, not a cat person but I admit those are cute.
JtC, know what you mean about memory. I have been drunk twice in my life, once as a junior and once as a senior in College, and on one of those days I called my brother at his college to proudly announce I was drunk. But I remember it as being when I was a junior and he insists it was my senior year. And that was nearly 50 years ago.
Pilot, back to moving. Would have been interesting to sit on a murder case, but maybe just as well you got passed over.
You have done your bit to make this a better place…not that we weren’t half-bad to start with…
Never had acupuncture, but never faced any major, continuing pain like many MMP’ers have. If that is my fate someday, we’ll see.
OK, closing in on 10am and it’s been 15 hours since my last feeding, so consume food I will. All y’all have a good day.
We actually discussed this the other day. FCD needs to find out about his dad’s pension. But even if that went away, MIL would still do OK. Worst case, she’d come live with us. Honestly, she’d be easier to live with than FIL, assuming she doesn’t get the dementia.
FCD is out looking again. Apparently the nicer place requires a monthly income of 3X the rent, and they fall short. He’s going to go talk to them about the proceeds from their house going into an annuity, which would make up the difference. Who knows how that will go. Meanwhile, there’s another community which we hadn’t considered because of the cost, but it’s similar to the preferred one, so he’s going to look there.
That’s what he’s looking into for them. That was the plan.
Tobias is pitching a fit - gotta go rock him to sleep. Noisy kid…
It would be a long trip! Those kittens are adorable. I think my husband would kill me. Of course, he bought a house so…
Pics?
I talked to my neurologist a bit ago, and we have a plan for the next 6 months. Get rid of some medications, increase some others, add a few infusions and a ganglion block for my facial neuralgia. It feels good to have a plan.
One month to go to the move. I think everything’s on track, but the last few days are always a hellscape of new demands from the mortgage folks and general chaos. I’m looking forward to the new place, once we’re settled in. It doesn’t back up to the park, so we won’t have people looking in the yard and Yoshi will stop losing his ever-loving mind every time someone uses the walking path. It’s also got a really nice sunset view out to Mt. Diablo, AND more bathrooms. Woot!
Are there any squirrel behaviorists in the house? I’d love to know what I just saw. First of all, is this or is this not a squirrel nest? It’s situated right outside my balcony about fifty feet off the ground.
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen squirrels come and go from it, but I’m not sure if it’s theirs or a bird’s and they’re squatting or stealing or what. Just few minutes ago I saw one squirrel carrying another squirrel in its mouth. I didn’t see them come out of the nest but they were near it when I (or rather, Bob) spotted them. The squirrel being carried had its tail wrapped around the carrying squirrel’s neck but I didn’t see it move once. The carrying squirrel made its way, slowly, yet daringly, through the canopy of trees in the court yard until I lost sight of them.
Kidnapping? Tree training the kids? Taking a dead loved one to the squirrel graveyard? LSD flashback? What?
I’m still living in a birthday glow. It was SUCH a beautiful day, start to finish, made much more so by all of you. Thanks once again.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, OOPSIE!
I put in extra musical notes because I’m hoping your day involves much singing.
I need to walk to the store to get salad stuff for when beloved son and dogs arrive tomorrow. The dogs will not get salad. They’ll get easily-digested, soft-chew dog biscuits because they’re old. They will also not get spaghetti. Such is life for dogs.
I wish dogs lived longer. It’s always so hard when they go. I get teary thinking about Taz and Gordie shuffling off this mortal coil, and I’ve never met them.
Ragdoll kittens are quite possibly the cutest kittens ever invented.
@Jack_Batty, my vote is zombie squirrels, but my views were permanently warped by Norman Bates, Squirrel Version, screeching at me all last summer. Also, good dog, Bob, good dog.
The softie in me is like, “Oh, c’mon. They can get ONE bit of spaghetti. Can’t they? Let 'em have their ‘Oooh! Hyoomans food!’ moment. They’re old; what’s one bite of pasta gonna hurt?”
I finally received the rent check, and deposited it on my lunch break. (Also, the tenant’s bank returned the money that was stolen when someone washed the first check.)
I went a little nutty… well, fishy… at the supermarket on the way home. I bought mahi-mahi, catfish, and perch. We have tilapia in the freezer.
I wasn’t sure if the Spousal Unit was serious when she said I could make pot roast again this weekend, so I got a nicely-marbled 2-pound roast. She was home between patients, and she confirmed that I should make pot roast again. We still have some left from the 3-pounder I made last weekend, so I guess I know what I’m having for dinner tonight.
Honestly, their tummies. They just don’t tolerate hyooman food, or even most dog foods well. Both were rescue dogs adopted year apart but at about 9 years of age. One is a medium-size dog who was emaciated when they got her (30 pounds underweight) and has had to be on special dog food. She’s a fussy eater who probably wouldn’t eat sketti anyway. The other is also medium-size but was 30+ pounds overweight when they got her and was fed crap and kept tied up. (She’s now at a healthy weight.) Her digestive system suffered, too, so she’s also been on a special diet. They’re 14-15 years old now.
My son and his wife love their dogs to bits. Honestly, the no-hyooman-food rule comes solely from love.
Afternoon all. Got some on-line shopping done and made it 925 yards backstroking in the pool in 30:14. Whirlpool wasn;t working right, but 25 minutes in the sauna left me dripping and my weight at 275.4 according to the scale, which is a new low for me. Now home and trying not to wreck the progress by over-snacking.
nellie, if it’s possible, love to see pictures of the old dogs…sounds like your son and DIL have done a really good thing there.
flyboy, glad the bank did right by your tenant (and you). Enjoy the pot roast.
Batsy, have no idea what that nest is, if there weren’t so many branches I’d say Eagles, but in that case I doubt any squirrels would be in the vicinity.
VanGo, nice piece of work; thought at first you were dived-bombed by birds…Looked up the Finger Lakes in Google, you did a nice job on them.
OK, a little TV watching now and need to solve the Wednesday puzzles from the newspaper, so all y’all take care.
Daughter’s staff meeting ran long, as she expected, but I got rid of the kids around 4 after some playground time. We just finished an early supper - leftover chicken, the last 'mater, crinkle fries in the air fryer, and the last of an opened bag of peas-n-carrots. FCD rinsed the dishes and I’ll get them into the dishwasher shortly.
He’s doing the applications for the apartment - all three have to submit applications since all 3 incomes are required. Apparently it can only be done in Chrome, so he’s got to put Chrome on his laptop. Where’s the love for Firefox??
Chillage shall ensue. I had a pretty good night - here’s hoping tonight is equally sleepful.
Howdy Y’all! We procured provisions, had quality cee-mint pond time, day drank, achieved nappage, and cooked and et sup along with cleanin’ up the kitchen. Quite the day for us!
Hippie nice quilt and glad you have an able assistant in Ralphie.
Nellie I want to see pics of the doggies too.
Nettie glad the flu shot is behavin’ itself thus far. I had some fatigue from mine as well, but like you, that was the worst of it.
VanGo nice work there. I acutally know what the Finger Lakes are and where they are. I’m all smartified like that.
JB I have no idea, so I’m goin’ with LSD flashback.
shoe, I had your attitude about chiropractic as you did about acupuncture until sciatica left me in a position to try anything. When it gets bad, it’s still the only thing that gives relief.
nellie, glad your birthday was good. Could you have sat on a civil jury?
Mooooom, that sounds sad about Taz. Sis said that she knew that Nelson’s grandfather’s hearing was shot when he could no longer hear the other dogs’ metal tags against the metal dog dish when she put down new food.
Happy birthday oopsie!
Nice job on the projects hippy and VanGo!
Irked, came home, walked the dog and et. Such excitement!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OOPSIE 
