It's been a hectic week.......

Sometimes you have those very hectic weeks, where something has to give……and this week it was the blog.

My sister and I had to move our brother into an assisted living facility this week. As far as the weather is concerned, a different week may have been better and of course, it could have been a lot worse.

We moved the furniture on Monday. I was gonna load up the bed in my van on Sunday, but it was pouring rain all day. Monday was dry, and a little sunny, but cold. However I will take the dry weather, screw the temperature.

My sister brought along two friends to help, so there were four of us old broads moving furniture. There was a wheel chair ramp at the door we were using…so we discovered that instead of going up one side of the ramp, making the turn and going up the other side, we could just hand things over the railing, like the bed and the love seat. Pretty impressive for the crew we had. We got everything moved in rather quickly, and then decided lunch was in order.

On Tuesday, we moved the actual person, our brother, in. We still had some boxes and bags of stuff…..oh, and it was once again pouring rain outside. Sooooo….necessity being the mother of invention, we discovered a new use for the wheel chair, we used it as a freight hauler. We piled on boxes and bags and ran through the rain with it. This saved us numerous trips.

Somehow, my brother managed to fall asleep while I was pounding nails in the wall to hang pictures.

There’s always a question about how good (or bad) the food is going to be. Yesterday I went to the dining room with him and stayed during lunch. Here’s a good sign to tell you how the food is: When all the residents were fed, the help came down and made themselves up some plates of food. Curiosity, plus the wonderful aroma of the food got to me, so I grabbed a fork and tasted the spaghetti and meatballs. It was really good!

I found myself watching the server….as folks were meandering down for lunch, she would ask them all what they wanted, it seems they always have two choices. It looked like everything was going really smooth. However, (there’s always the “however”) some had a tendency to wander off, and then come back for dessert, or not. The server was grumbling that they need to stay at the table, because if they don’t, she has no idea how many are staying for dessert. I can see where that would get confusing, but it made me smile nonetheless.   So I sat there and silently commisseratd with her.