(The view from the North Side of the Bay. Photo Socotra)
 
After lunch I drove over to the other side of the Bay. Just at the top of the hill that slopes down to the village is Bay Bluffs. My friend was right. An extensive modernization had been recently completed. The lobby area was bright with light. Corridors named for the flowers of the Northland led off in an H-shaped arrangement with a social and dining area in the middle. An enclosed courtyard had chairs and fresh air for the months when things are not savage outside.
 
It was heavy-duty care- hospital style beds. It was nice, but this was clearly the end of the road. It was by far the better option to the Bortz dungeon, and clearly, this place was the preference for Plan B.
 
I talked about Plan C and Plan D with Anook. If Mom departs first, I will take Dad down to Virginia. If he goes first, she will take Mom to Alaska.
 
So I have an idea of what we might have in the way of options if Potemkin Village does not work out. The problem is going to be the same one it has all along, when Mom’s cognition began to fray. “No plan survives first contact with the enemy” is the adage that has served me well all my military life.
 
The problem is that now the enemy is Mom. I am still out of here this morning, but all the miles I put behind me are not going to make me feel any better about it.

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