Mom and the Shelf

October 10, 2010

The other day, Mom pulled the shelf in her bedroom over. She was not hurt, because it did not come down on top of her. She said she didn’t know what happened. “It just came down.” Well, she just wanted to see what was in the gift package that I set on the top shelf. I put the package up there a week ago and told her and showed her what was in it—a quilt for Audra’s baby. I wanted a place to put it where or nosy cats would not get into it.

My bad. I should not have put it up there. She saw it up there and didn’t remember it at all. So she wanted to see what it was. The shelf tipped over because she used it to pull herself up and reach to the top. There’s no other way she could have gotten the package down.

She said earlier in the week that she thought she had a little stroke. I think she probably did. She’s a little more confused than would be normal. I need to clean the shelf off and remove the things on the top. Now I know that I need to “baby proof” the house more–as much as possible given our situation.

There’s always another thing. The situation changes, but I don’t always know something has changed until after the fact. I feel like I should be able to anticipate things, but I never seem to be able to.