MONTHS @ CARE,
approximately five hundred seventy days!!

Ball Park figures: Thirteen thousand six hundred hours (13,600) or eight hundred twenty-one thousand minutes (821,000).

Rather than celebrate Mother’s Day, I celebrate the decision to make Escapees CARE my final home. (I hope and pray I never go to a convalescent home.) CARE is a “caring” community tolerant of our frailties as we face our sunset years.

Here is a story–less than twenty-four hours old. CARE residents and many guests enjoyed a “Tea” yesterday afternoon. Many lingered in the Dining Room for additional socializing. One young lady guest had previously promised to visit my garden BUT could not locate her truck and RV keys. We searched the Dining Room, emptied the trash can, phoned folks that had already departed. The young lady **did** visit my garden and then we went back to search again!!

About six o’clock there was a knock on my door and the joyful announcement “I found the keys.” One CARE resident absent-mindedly put the keys in her pocket and just did not “feel” them. The resident was an active member of the “search team” and believed she had checked her pockets.

CARE residents have physical limitations but we look out for one another–and have staff to turn to.

(Folks are tolerant of one old lady devoted to the birds, with fifty planters in her yard, and amused that an eighty-year-old lady laid eighty cement paving blocks for a greatly appreciated patio. Irrelevant, and undesirable [for them], but an acceptable peculiarity.)