It was a financial week. Mom has gone through much of the first investment we used to keep her in the Chute. Now it's time to switch to using another annuity, which means changing the automatic deposit mechanism with the bank, and the automatic payment to the Chute. Just administrative work, but it gets worse. In order to do this, I'm filling out "Attorney-in-Fact" forms, faxing the Power of Attorney papers, and having phone calls with the investment advisor who is helping me with all this. Not as much fun as a trip to the dentist.
I learned something in the process. I thought there were Durable Powers of Attorney, like mine, and then others that were not "durable". Turns out there are "Springing Powers of Attorney". Don't ask - I have no idea.
There's another stack of paper on my desk now, and if I fill it out, I can keep a watch on my mother's investments online. Like this would be a fun thing to do? What a nuisance all this is. And we're going to have to do it again soon - the next fund will only last a few months, and we'll choose another and another until we've run through whatever she has.
And then? I guess then she moves into our garage or something. The financial advisor mentioned the "medicare" word, but I'm confident that Medicare would not support her staying in the Chute where she lives now.
I see that in order to set things up so that nobody ever has to do all this for me, I have a big project in store. Does this really have to be so difficult? We have assisted living facilities and services. Can't we have assisted dying facilities and services?
Sorry to be cranky. But I want my life back.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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