As I recall we used to complain about those chairs. They are all pushed into one end of our “casual” dining venue. It is now used as a cafeteria-style chow line for the staff. Our “formal” dining venue is the staging area for Room Service while the “intimate” dining area is a storeroom.
Yesterday I messed around with Final Cut Pro. The flower arrangers were my victims.
We are living in a strange time. I haven’t a clue what is going on outside of our Asylum fence. Are the banks open? Wouldn’t it seem sort of strange to go into a bank wearing a mask? And asking them to give you money?
When I wake up in the morning – there is my mask. Drying in the window.
The other mask is wait on the door. Along with my little shopping bag. It must be wondering “Why don’t I ever get to go anywhere?”.
I do lots of hall walking to try to get some exercise. At least ½ of the residents have door decorations. When I pass this one, I wonder how much longer the resident will be able to stand it.
Gratitude
Grateful. For this time, very late in my life to slow down. To just be.
Mālama pono