The next few days -- fnu

My wife and I have a code word -- fnu -- fun misspelled. When Murphy looks like an optimist, when the fecal matter really hits the fan blades, when you wake up wondering where you are and why you are in a handbasket... That is fnu. We are looking forward to a few days of that this week. My Mom and Dad are 86 and 91. She is a major control freak who is now confined to a power-chair from arthritis. He is a genius-level scientist (Halliday and Resnick physics textbook and did major work on Electron Spin Resonance) whose brain is gradually leaving him in the state of a very happy three-year-old. They now live in Seattle and have been for the last two years, moving themselves up to Bellingham. They have a nice condo in a Bellingham development that is affiliated with an assisted care facility. They have been moving up a suitcase at a time and my Mom is still setting a goal of having everything "sorted" before moving up. Jen and I have frankly gotten pissed as hell at their bullheadedness and had a little talk with them a few weeks ago. That next day, they agreed to our helping them move in the next couple weeks so we scheduled a time and proceeded to book a hotel room and a truck for those dates. A few days later, my Mom called saying that she didn't want anything in the house moved up because she still needed to sort things out. Today, she called saying that it was too hot to move. Two things: Their condo in Bellingham has a huge two-car garage that they cannot use as the van that my Dad drives (yes...) that supports my Mom's power chair cannot fit in (too high). She can get a bunch of tables and sort there. Re: heat -- they had central air conditioning installed two years ago -- they probably either forgotten this or forgot how to turn it on. Like I said, the next few days will be filled with fnu. We head down Wednesday and move Thursday -- wish us luck!