susandennis | Tuesday

I got the official word yesterday when the Director of Health Services replied to my email. Jim Across The Hall is no longer Across The Hall. He has been taken to a memory care facility "until we have room for him here". So he's history. Our memory facility really stays booked.They only have room for 20. They can't remember shit but still they live on. I got to thinking about it this morning and think that moving him will be/is so disconcerting for him. He won't know anything. BUT moving him out of Timber Ridge is probably his best bet. Nothing will be familiar. Moving him to our memory care unit might have been way more confusing. He'd be locked in and not able to wander about like he liked to do. But, not understanding why.

So now, his sons will need to clear out his apartment. That should be interesting. Also new blood in the hood!

Yesterday was chicken day and today will be, too. Except for when the house cleaner is here.

I'm not totally happy with my first crop. BUT I have plans for chicken improvement.

Maju, this morning, talked about various Easter traditions and it reminded me of ours growing up. Easter Sunday outfits. New clothes, new shoes, little girl hats and little girl purses and little boy suits for my brother and a fairly bad photo of all of us in front of the house. We did some Easter egg hunting but it was not a huge thing. We were really into the Easter Parade in New York City although I'm not sure how or why. We were a church going family but not that religious actually. But on Easter we were sure fancy.

I also remember we had this very modern strip mall. It was the first of it's kind. It meant that now you didn't have to get dressed up to go downtown if all you needed was a spool of thread. (You ALWAYS got dressed up when you went to town.) Anyway, this strip mall which we called a Shopping Center, had a very large Woolworths Dime Store and a really large grocery store. And both of those stores, every Easter, set out a large sales area outside stocked with chicks and bunnies. And the chicks were died Easter colors. And we always wanted one of each. Not every single year but most years, Mom relented and let us get a chick. Never a bunny. We kept them in cardboard boxes with grass. It was very exciting for about a week. They either died or Mom rehomed them.

ahhhh Easter!