Spoke to Bill this morning. Our conversations usually linger for 40+ minutes, as my dad likes to talk, and he often goes off on tangents. But today we stayed on topic mostly.
Bill expressed something about not knowing what's going on regarding the idea of moving, and seemed a bit unsettled about it. He acknowledged that his openness to moving is a 180 degree turn from what he had been thinking before, but he's still okay with it.
We talked about the UC Berkeley social worker with whom I met yesterday, and the challenges to spending down his money so that he can qualify for Medi-Cal. Bottom line: he does not think he NEEDS Medi-Cal and does not see the value in getting "extra" care or support. Things are fine as is, status quo. That is not to say that he doesn't acknowledge that he'll NEED more help later on, but for now, things are okay with Brian coming by a few times a week to help.
We also talked about the VA home in Yountville, and I said that Geo would visit next weekend and help him get his application together. To me, this is the Holy Grail of senior living, and I hope fervently that he gets in. Bill expressed concern about the possibility of getting in, and then not liking his roommate. This came up before and he asked if he HAD to live there if he got in. I said, "No, you don't have to do anything, but the goal is to get you in, and then make adjustments once you're there." He seemed to understand.
What he does not seem to understand at all is how to manage his finances. I wonder when it would be appropriate for me to step in and take more control of his money.
In summary, Bill is still on board with moving, but has no idea how it will work; it all seems like a big, addled project that he does not understand. He said something like, "things will all work themselves out," to which I disagreed: "No, somebody has to manage it and make it happen."
Onward.
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