December 20, 2013
Pounding
at the door at 8:30am. Carol wants to buy two quarts of syrup for stocking
stuffers. This is why I hesitate to jump into retail again, customers can be
sooo demanding.
Guy
upstairs is traipsing around early, he has been working all hours of the day
and night, can’t keep track of his schedule. Now I hear running so the kids
must be over. The dog races back and forth across the floor when they are here
as well. Not a peep from the cat, however.
“This
makes me want to climb a tree like a monkey and grab a coconut,” exclaims Mrs.
B as I open the top of her new cream last night. I knew she would like it.
Added to her holiday card, “Since you are 88 ¾, you must know Santa personally.
Could you put in a good word for me?” She laughed like a little girl and we got
her undressed for our shower. Difficult not to get soaked while bathing someone
in a large shower with close-quarters bathroom. Last week I had failed to bring
along my extra pants so I took her in with just my top layers, leveling the
playing field. She got a kick out of that, despite the fact that she can’t see
anything. I just hoped no one would come over, most family and complex staff
family just
walk in, announcing themselves as they come
through the door. As Mrs. B was talking with her best friend on the phone later
(whom I also know well) she mentioned my showering technique. Mrs. F squealed back
“I am picturing it now.” And the rumors flew. Great.
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