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The residents are seated about 10 minutes before dinner arrives. Aides serve water, juice, etc. in this time.
Three of the four at a table were given a glass of water. The Waterless One looked around and asked me why she wasn’t given water. The scowl on her face told me to tread gently! “I’ll just get you one, Waterless.”

“Nope, I’m moving. If they won’t give me water I’m moving.” (She had been given milk, probably at her request.) Kind of humorous to see her sit down with 3 others and charm the daylights out of them.

Then Mr. Scotsman and Mrs. Scotsman got going, arguing about everything. It’s difficult to not laugh. She said that a lotto ticket win would allow her to fly home to visit. “What about me.” he challenged. She glared and said he could ride on the wing! They are not married, just fellow Scots. He asked me what my clan was and I told him, “uh, good.” He was happy!

Forgot to mention that I buy PJ bottoms for Wayne and large T-shirts to sleep in. At home he slept in shorts and a T-shirt but needs bottoms in residence.

Being I do his laundry, I fold a coordinating T-shirt with the bottoms so the aides just have to grab “one thing” in the evening. Also, if I’m visiting, I set out his clothes for the next day and put fresh PJ’s on the vanity. Saves the ladies a few steps, I hope.

I’ll never forget her, the size of a minute. She gave me great, sloppy kisses and held my cheeks and told me she loved me.
MM would look up at Wayne and tell me, “He’s a nice man.” There was a great 90th BD celebration for her recently.

Until 2 weeks ago she still rolled her chair up to play bingo! But I noticed she became quiet, her little head bobbing in fatigue.

A few days ago I inquired about her to learn she had been transferred to acute care at our general hospital. Today I walked in to see her portrait on the mantel, “In memory of – - -”

It’s interesting to listen to the interaction between residents. Yesterday, M proceeded to rub her left foot as she announced to no one in particular, “My feet hurt.” (I was amazed how she very easily flipped her aching foot onto her right thigh – especially being she is 90)

Anyway, B turned slightly toward her and said, “They wouldn’t hurt if you quit wearing those high heels.”

Of course, M was in flat slippers and kind of stared at him in reply, an offended look on her face. Sometimes it’s difficult to not laugh and I sure do smile inside.