R. called around 10:15 or 10:30, and I told her I was back. She came back pretty soon after that. She and D. had been watching movies. R. has a bunch of DVDs. I said it was nice that she was getting out and visiting with her friends. I told her I'd been lost driving around Philadelphia and the northern(?) suburbs for an hour. "Were you scared?" she asked.
"I wasn't happy." This is why I prefer to go somewhere with a reliable navigator. Anyway, I was glad to make it back to the apartment. "Did you talk to R.(M.) about moving in with him?" I was very curious about that.
"I don't think that's going to happen," R. said. "I just said that because I was unhappy." I don't know why she was so unhappy right then. I was the one cleaning out the poison ivy remedy section of the drugstore.
We established that she had talked to R.M. Saturday. "Well, do what's best for you," I said. "Whatever you and C. (her social worker) and R.(M.) decide is best. I'd miss you, though." Well, I kind of would, as difficult as she is sometimes. She's not at all mean, and sometimes she tries to cooperate.
"I'd miss you, too," R. said, which was nice of her to say. My guess is that she's not moving in with R.M. and his wife. If she does, I'll manage somehow. If I need to go back to the suburbs temporarily, that's what I'll do. We've gotten through three months together so far. Once my schedule of driving back and forth from the suburbs to the apartment eases up, I'll be here a lot. We'll see what happens, but I'll deal with living with her or deal with moving, either way.