I don’t go to breakfast any longer. The eggs are apparently watered down egg beaters, and the dining room is usually so cold that most people are wearing sweaters and/or jackets. At lunch, I walked in and was met by what felt like an arctic blast. My friend, Spike, who spent most of his life […]
I’m getting used to the place. One thing that has made a big difference is to skip breakfast and make my own. What that accomplishes is that I start the day on my own, no rush to get to 7:15 am breakfast which I usually dislike anyway; and now I can pick my time to […]
I wondered for many years whether people actually grew wiser with age. No. They don’t. Not as a general rule anyways. Mark Twain, for example told as only he could about how he left home at 20 and how much wiser his father had become when he met him ten years later. The point being […]
Scene: a table for two in the assisted living dining room. Rick, a 75 (or older man) with a high voice, takes out his sitting donut (is that what they’re called) from his walker, places it on the seat and sits down opposite a woman – I may as well call her Elsa – I […]
The day begins when I wake at 6 a.m. I normally wake at that time, when my internal clock is working. Of course I go to sleep when it gets dark outside as well. 6:04 a.m. I hear a soft scratching at the front door and then it opens ever so slowly on well-oiled hinges. […]
I may have mentioned this before, if so forgive me. There is a woman here, well put together, hair in a bun, fashionable clothes from the 50s, and made up to look like she was still in her 30s. None of that is important. Just a bit of background to the painting. What is important […]
