Archive for April 8th, 2008

So, cleaned the cat’s litter box, boiled my hands and spiffed up the back entry. Looks so nice when it’s all freshly done.

When he got up, I mentioned that the litter box is cleaned. He said he’d do it if he knew where it was kept. Feel so sorry for him.

Actually, it’s best that I do it anyway.

***Moving update: Can’t find what I want in a condo. It’s tough going from house to condo. Found one with 3 bedrooms, a basement and even a room under the garage. (They probably had heard my piano playing expertise or lack of.) Great as I want my freezers and piano to go – but there was no wall to set the side board on in the dining room – all windows. Maybe should give it away now and solve the problem. Think I’m not quite ready although would be much more convenient to be in town.

Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged.. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn’t need my help to leave the hospital.
After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.
On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘She’s still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.’

So after getting our morning “hygiene” routine out of the way, I asked if he had brushed his teeth.

“Can’t remember. I’ll go feel my tooth brush.”

Clever my Love, so clever.

He came out in a moment, “it’s wet, but maybe Buddy licked it”.

“Gross, gross, gross.”

He loves getting me and I have to say, his humor never fades. Is there a wee corner of the brain which controls humor? Also, kindness, always kind and thoughtful.