Good for Rona and good for David for recognizing that she is capable of caring for herself. Time enough for nursing homes when she can no longer do that.
Thanks, for the panties advice. I’ll remember it when I run away from home.
That’s the best spirit to have at that age. Remember what your mother always said, “Make sure you have on clean underwear just in case you’re in an accident”. The only accident she will have is cold tea.
Yeah, I wouldn’t mind living in a place like that, but I’d sure fly the coop if they made me go to bed when I had a buzz for writing. It seems to happen mostly at night and sleep is not possible until it’s written down.
My wife used to visit a lady friend of hers who was in a nursing home. It was a grand fine place, as those homes go. On her first visit a lady tennant sitting in the lobby spoke very kindly to her and again when she left. On each following visit this lady would engage her in growing friendly convrsations coming and going. So now she actually had two friends there.
One day she asked my wife where she lived and how she got there. After telling her, the lady pointed out the window and said, “So, that road our there goes to town left and out of town right?” “That’s right,” she told her.
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What a great read to start my day. Wanda, you always crack me up. And the underwear advice is always good to remember.
Great story, Wanda. You made a scary story funny.
Good for Rona and good for David for recognizing that she is capable of caring for herself. Time enough for nursing homes when she can no longer do that.
Thanks, for the panties advice. I’ll remember it when I run away from home.
Great story! I see bits of a certain friend in Pensacola as well as me in that. But my escape would be over tequila.
Wanda! Fantastic story! This belongs in a book. Srsly.
That’s the best spirit to have at that age. Remember what your mother always said, “Make sure you have on clean underwear just in case you’re in an accident”. The only accident she will have is cold tea.
Yeah, I wouldn’t mind living in a place like that, but I’d sure fly the coop if they made me go to bed when I had a buzz for writing. It seems to happen mostly at night and sleep is not possible until it’s written down.
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My wife used to visit a lady friend of hers who was in a nursing home. It was a grand fine place, as those homes go. On her first visit a lady tennant sitting in the lobby spoke very kindly to her and again when she left. On each following visit this lady would engage her in growing friendly convrsations coming and going. So now she actually had two friends there.
One day she asked my wife where she lived and how she got there. After telling her, the lady pointed out the window and said, “So, that road our there goes to town left and out of town right?” “That’s right,” she told her.
When she left, the lady in the lobby was gone.
Fantastic, Wanda! I love your pitch, too: “Running Away – It’s Not Just for Children Anymore” – you’ve really hit on something here.