Dad Woes, Just a Little

Last week my father went into the hospital: he had a fluid build up in his legs, was weak, slightly disoriented. Turned out to be pneumonia--not real bad, and they pretty much have taken care of it. He was released today. However...he's still weak, and not really able to get around in what the place he lives terms an ambulatory fashion (that is to say, able to get around with the help of one aide). He needs to build himself back up before he can go back to his own apartment, so they've put him into the third tier housing (1st tier: independent; 2nd tier: you have an aide help you with basic stuff; 3rd tier: nursing care). Because he's almost completely blind, Dad really hates being in new places--he doesn't know where things are, the nice shortcuts and setups he has to navigate are absent. My brother fears that he's going to be lonely and unhappy at the new place, and really wants one or both of us to spend some time there.

So I'm trying to figure out what to do: go there; go there when; arrange things here, arrange things there... If I seem a little scatterwit over the next couple of days, by all means, ignore me. So glad I got the book turned in before all this began (and I got 1600 words on a new story, suggested by something girasole said elsewhere).