I told you I'd forgotten how to blog. With a lot of trial and error I've managed to scratch out a few sentences in the last two entries. However, downloading photos is really beyond me. If memory serves me, and so often these days it doesn't, I need a different cable to plug into the camera and I don't think it's in my possession in the Skilled Nursing room. Heaven only knows where it is.....my life is in such a jumble right now.
I've not been especially good about documenting my experience the past few months, so some stories will need your imagination in place of photographs..
After Mr. Bob departed and I realized I'd need to downsize tremendously I told the kids to give away EVERYTHING. The Manor had a sale coming up and most of our belongings could be donated to that cause.
I stressed that the whole lot could be given away, saving a few clothes for my back.
Some time later I was having my hair shampooed in the beauty salon and the hairdresser asked if I had been to the recent Manor sale. I had been bedridden at the time, so my answer was negative. She proceeded to describe the red sweater she'd bought and the more she talked the wider my eyes opened as I recognized it as a recently purchased, favorite sweater of mine. I said nothing at the time, but two weeks later when I returned for beautification, I told her the story which I considered mildly amusing and she insisted on giving the sweater back to me and wouldn't hear of me purchasing it. Now if only I could regain the red pants that somehow have gotten lost in the laundry which is collected each evening, and usually returned the following morning. I should be watching the residents with an eye for the red pants and while I'm at it, a brown pair, too. Meanwhile I'm giving thanks for the return of the red sweater.