Well, this certainly is a beautiful day! You’ve gotta love a nice gloomy, rainy day in Tucson. It’s  a good curl up on the couch with a good book while soup is in the crockpot kind of day. Dragging my butt to Handmaker will be more of a challenge today, I’m already dreading it.

Rick decided that he wanted us to look at a little house on 5 acres out on the southwest side of town to buy and flip in about a year. So we drove all the way out there, and it was crap, as I assumed it would be. Hmmmmm. I do not like the area. And I feel like I have enough on my plate right now between mom’s cancer and our daughter’s wedding. Men. He seems interested. I am not. This could be challenging. Okay, I take all of that back. Rick just told me he doesn’t want the place. Hallelujah! One less battle in the horizon.

We finally got over to see mom late in the afternoon, and it seemed she had several visitors earlier in the day, which is good. I keep wishing there were a better way for her to live than there, even though I keep hearing Handmaker is the best. I would like the best to be better. I would like the people to be a little nicer, a little more caring. Mom told me that someone tried to get her to stand on a scale yesterday. Two things come to mind. Why? And what kind of an idiot would ask that of someone who can’t stand on the floor without support, much less on a raised square foot scale. Did this really happen?

After visiting with mom and Patricia, we all went to the dining room, and while we have had several entertaining times there, yesterday was just sad. Such a motley group of old people with various afflictions, and wounds wheeled in around the dining tables. Mom sat there looking from one face to the other and turned to me and said “Sonnenschein im Altesheim.” Sunshine in the old folks home, and I don’t know why, but we both just burst out laughing. But there is nothing funny about this.