One of the bad things about being both old and retired is that you lose track of what day or even what date it is! Let me give you the reason in one sentence:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CEE!!!
I don't think I have to explain after saying that. I really and truly thought I had a day or two before her birthday. Duh! Love you bunches, Sis. So glad you are living here now. Sorry I didn't get to call you because I am an idiot. Forgive me, please. I'll call you in the morning.
I really miss having Chewlee here because having a kid that is in school makes you very aware of what day it is...and hence, the date, too. You keep track of holidays, school breaks, etc. just because those days allow you to sleep in....LOL!
I got a letter today from the Beast's aunt. She lives in Washington state these days but we once lived quite close when we lived in Ft. Lauderdale. I really liked her and we got together often before her hubby died and she sold her home and moved to be close to her daughter.
She's quite up in years now and has multiple medical problems plus she falls a lot. Her daughter finally had to put her into an assisted living facility/nursing home because she's incontinent, too. Both her daughter and son-in-law work and they couldn't afford 24/7 nursing care for the aunt. She (the daughter) hated doing it but they are older, too, like the Beast and I. They just can't handle all the problems or even lift the mother. She (his aunt) has a difficult time even standing up and needs to be in a wheelchair full time now.
His aunt, of course, hates it. She broke her hip and even fought doing the exercises necessary to get her mobile. It was just too much for the Beast's cousin to handle. In the letter I received (I was floored that she sent ME a letter and not the Beast), she said she was being held prisoner by the Devil (but decided she was NOT going to give him her soul!). Her daughter had sent us a letter explaining the situation and told us not to be surprised if we heard from the aunt that she was being held prisoner. She's upset that her daughter won't allow her to go home with her at least.
After reading her letter (I read it to the Beast), I think she is also getting senile because much of it didn't make any sense. She didn't say anything against her daughter, per se, but maybe *the Devil* is her daughter? What did touch me is that she said she had heard from the Beast about my being so sick and she wanted me to get better. She also told me that he was very worried about me. Really? That's the third or fourth time someone has told me that. He must have been more worried than he let on to me.
But, I feel bad for his aunt. During her younger and healthier time, she was a truly nice person and a lot of fun to have around. She had a good sense of humor and enjoyed life, even after losing her hubby. She had a beautiful house on one of the many canals in Florida (and the occasional alligator in her yard). She had to put up a special barrier to discourage the alligators because of her dog. It didn't really keep them out (they are quite good climbers) but since they could sun on the bank of the canal, it was often not necessary for them to actually be in the yard.
It just makes me kind of sad because getting old and infirm is not a good thing nor anything we want for ourselves or someone we love. Too bad there's not a time when we suddenly start getting younger. Wouldn't that be a treat?
Well, it's to bed with me. I'm tired and my yawns are going to break my jaw if I don't get to bed soon. Love you all. Be good. Be happy and I hope you have a great day. ***Hugs***
The Beast has another of his church big meetings this weekend. Yay! I will have two days of just doing what *I* want, when I want to do it.
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