7:30 AM – Mom came downstairs and asked me, “Are you getting rid of some of my stuff?” I replied, “No. Why?” She said, “Because there was a garage sale upstairs.” I swear to you, the laughter was involuntary! She realized that she must have been dreaming, then went to the bathroom and back upstairs. Yeah, there’s NO WAY I would have a bunch of strangers going through the house to go upstairs to buy her stuff. I don’t know how it will work with Medicaid when Mom moves into a nursing home. There might not be anything left of hers to sell or give away to my brothers, myself or Goodwill.