this one was sort of forgotten about...just like everybody else's.
But my current situation is begging to be blogged about so it's time to get back on the horse.
I am now living in a retirement home.
You may be thinking to yourself "gee I know it's been awhile since Sara blogged...but I didn't realize it had been THAT Long!". To clarify, I am merely a guest in a retirement home...but believe me it's just as rad as being a permanent resident.
Let me back up a bit and explain. Today I flew out to Ottawa with my parents to celebrate my grandma's 95th birthday. She lives in Lynnwood Park Lodge. It is wicked cool here. We "checked in" at the front desk. They have guest rooms they rent out so that he resident's families can stay with them which is way better than staying at a hotel. You'll soon see why. Anyway, there were the usual questions you have to answer when you check.in anywhere. But then came the retirement-home-specific questions. Did we want to take our lunch at 11:30 or 1:00...dinner at 4:30 or 6:00. Classic, right?
Anyway, by the time we were ready to head to our rooms the second seating of dinner was over. We looked in horror as a slow moving battalion of 15-20 well fed seniors armed with the latest in walker technology stormed the elevators. They were everywhere...they were full...they were sleepy and they were hell-bent to recapture their recliners by force. Any hope of getting to our rooms in a timely fashion were quickly dashed, because nothing else was dashing quickly, believe me.
When I walked into my room I couldn't quite comprehend what I was seeing. My room has a twin bed and a lamp. That's it. It smells a bit like poo. My closet is quite cramped due to the various pieces of medical equipment including a commode. I really love my room. It is like I'm living in a monestary. My possessions are few...which allows for q rich inner life. Or at least q lot of time to play angry birds. I will post a picture.
After an awesome visit with my grandma I spent the rest of the night in my cell. My grandma loaned me her radio so I didn't feel so lonely. I think I will like my time here a lot. I feel like I may be ready for "the home."
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