Ugh. My days have fallen into a predictable pattern. Eat cereal and read the paper. 3 laps around the Adair greenway, then to tan. Shower, then clean the house or work on a project. Fix dinner. Make some phone calls. Back to bed.
I need a job!
On a slightly more interesting note, I'm going to see a lawyer on Thursday to draw up power-of-attorney paperwork for one of my former residents. Ida asked me to take over her affairs for her; she has a son who's in a mental institution in Michigan, and the other one's dead. No grandkids, no nieces, nobody. She really breaks my heart. She used to be drop-dead gorgeous, and a successful attorney in Chicago to boot... apparently she and her husband used to be "high society" in their day, and I don't know what happened but somehow they lost everything. Now she's stuck in a nursing home with nothing at all to her name and no one to love her. Ida has an extremely sharp wit for an almost 93-year-old woman... it is obvious that her intellect has not totally abandoned her. Sometimes I'm not sure if that's a blessing or a curse since she is so aware of her losses in life. Her daily life is what most of us would consider to be a nightmare. I guess I shouldn't really be complaining about anything because even in my wandering, I still have more to be thankful for than Ida does at this moment. We'll see how this all plays out.
