Well, it's lunch time. I had homemade white chili. It's pretty good - very low fat but very high protein. Mike, Randy and I worked on the restaurant equipment a little to get it in place for the gas, electric and plumbing contractors to finish their work. I'm tired! I was the designated box lady (carry them to the dumpster) and general clean up person so the men could work.
Walter is good. He walks behind the wheelchair now. It's hard for him to turn the wheels with his hands because his left hand is bandaged from the hairline fracture. He has a nice roommate now and a gentleman at his table in the dining room that is pretty feisty! He lives alone too and is the first to say he is pretty independent - doesn't want his kids telling him what to do. You can tell he has always been a jovial soul.
I think Roger is supposed to be back from California today. Donna will be happy about that. Stan "has a cold" and didn't get out yesterday. He didn't want to get out today either so I'm going by the rehab center after work. Makes for a long day and is so reminiscent of the years of going to see Mother after work. As hard as that was, I am so glad I was able to do it. There were some really exceptional moments that only I got to share with her. They make up for all the bad times and the constant battle to ensure she was cared for properly. There should be a special place in hell for some of her caretakers, especially the social workers at two facilities.
Well, back to work for now. Happy Tuesday.