Wednesday, December 3, 2014

December 3rd, Wednesday

This morning really feels like a December morning, very cold without the snow but it's coming. I'm having another friend of mine coming for lunch to especially enjoying my biscottis. I met this man way  back when I was teaching his daughter and he was in the parent's association. We became friends and to this day his daughters still say good things about MR. P, meaning me. Yesterday Al called and wanted to take me out for a coffee. Unfortunately it was while I was cooking our dinner. We arranged for us to visit on Thursday for a pool game. 


December Quote of the Day


December 3rd Wednesday's Funnies

'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest, And all of us seniors were looking our best.

Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry: The punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry. A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap. We surely were lucky to be there with friends, secure in this residence and in our Depends.

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts, Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts. The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth, And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row, reflecting our candles' magnificent glow.

Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop.T'was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top. Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great, Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate. The social director then had us play games, Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats, proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats. Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair, in hopes that at bedtime she still would be there. Security lights on the new fallen snow made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.

Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter .....
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter). A strange little fellow flew in through the door, Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor. 'Twas just our director, all togged out in red. He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head. We knew from the way that he strutted and jived our social-security checks had arrived.

We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak, Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. Stroke. And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds, while nurses distributed nocturnal meds. And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest. Soon you'll be with us; we wish you the best!!!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Time to go now. Have a great Wednesday my friends. See ya



  1. Looks like your social calendar is filling up nicely. It's good to have friends to visit and have fun with. Yes indeed.

    The seniors Christmas poem was cute.

    Here's a funny link on aging. It's about 15 minutes, but it will make you laugh and laugh. 2014 Final Conference on Aging

    Have a fabulous day my friend. ☺

  2. cute poem paul. have fun with your friends!

    smiles, bee


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