Status report

It's been exactly one week since my last blog post. In the past week, I made a relatively big decision and put it into action: I had my 96-year-old mother admitted back to “Rouken” ("Rouken" is an abbreviation for a long-term care facility for the elderly. These facilities provide nursing care, care, rehabilitation, and support for daily living under medical supervision by a doctor, with the aim of enabling elderly people who require care to return home. They are primarily intended for short-term stays of 3 to 6 months, with the aim of maintaining and improving physical and mental functions. ＿Summary by AI).

I decided to provide home care in the winter after discussing it with my wife because it would be difficult to manage the kerosene heater at my parents' house and it would be a pain to go there every morning and evening. In the end, I was unable to take care of my mother's diaper and had no choice but to rely on my wife, and I felt that the mental burden on my wife was reaching its limit after just six months.

To readmit her to the facility, we had to undergo a review to get permission, and we needed to get treatment from three family doctors, get a letter stating her medication status, and get a flu shot. We spent a week traveling around with my mother to get everything done. The relief of knowing she'd now be able to take six months off was immense for us retired people.

Now, if we consider this a private issue, and calling it a public one is an exaggeration, the “Dokurenkyou” Association's activities are also suffering from a chronic decline in membership. While private reading groups are on the rise, reading groups based in local libraries and community centers are not gaining traction. In the midst of all this, we must begin preparations for our annual literary lecture next spring. As the president, I ultimately have to find a speaker and request him to give a talk.

This time, I'm thinking of giving a lecture on Takehisa Yumeji. Yuwaku Onsen is located in the inner sanctum of Kanazawa City, and it's here that Takehisa Yumeji is known to have stayed with his mistress, Hikono, and the "Kanazawa Yuwaku Yumeji Museum" is located. The reason I chose Takehisa Yumeji is because I read Kiyoshi Akiyama's "Takehisa Yumeji," published by Kinokuniya Shinsho. As a result, my reading of Tsuji Kunio's "Notes from Paris" didn't continue.



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