OK, it has happened again. We either need a bigger table of the dead or healthier residents. Such is life and death in The Asylum. Most of the pictures are pretty sorry. But, my across the hall neighbor made sure that her memorial picture was of her as a smoking hot stewardess standing in front of a Super Constellation in the early 1950’s.
Occasionally, very occasionally I have reason to visit the executive suite. I am always charmed by the oriental carpet in front of the executive water fountain. But, next time I am going to look under the rug. Is it hiding a disgusting stain?
Today, I wore O’Neill board shorts, an Aloha shirt, and my OluKai slippers to supper in the “Formal” dining room. I view this as the high point in my guerilla campaign against the 1950s country club dress code in the white table cloth venue.
So, life goes on. And, when I land on the table of the dead, what do I want? Ding Dong the Witch is Dead?