1 June 2025
It started in the parking lot Thursday. I was waiting for head-in spot because I still don't see well enough to park the car any other way. And by waiting I mean I parked with the engine off and the window open to listen for any ignition firing up somewhere in the lot.
I heard a key fob beep and then the silver Mitsubishi just across from me opened its hatchback. Lucky day, I thought. But no one came to the car and there certainly was no one in it either. The hatchback just responded to someone else's key fob.
I let the desk know and they announced it over the PA system. It was an employee's car, I could tell from the badge hanging on the rear view mirror.
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THAT WAS THE DAY we paid the last of the outstanding billings to Golden Heights. But Michelle, who runs the accounting office, was out. So her assistant took the payment.
She apologized because she couldn't print a receipt. The day before an IT worker had replaced the building's router and now the business office network was down.
So she wrote out a receipt the old fashioned way.
I asked her name to know who to refer to but also because I thought I recognized her from Golden Pavilion where I paid my mother's bills. Yes, she was Beth, who worked there until a year ago.
It was chaos, billing over 200 residents. This is much better, she explained. She thought she recognized me but wasn't sure. Now, however, we'd reconnected.
Just in time for the inexplicable bill I got in the mail later last week.
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WENDY AND NEIL the RNAs took Joyce today to the stairs. But they had gone on ahead of me when I went to the business office.
By the time I got there, Joyce had already done them once, Wendy said, and was sitting in the chair resting.
Once? You mean she went up and down and then sat? Instead of going up and down three times?
Actually, it turned out they had misunderstood the exercise.
Instead of having her do 12 steps, going up and down the four steps three times before sitting down again, they were having her do three sets of 12 steps for 36 steps.
And she did them.
I didn't say anything because, hurray, she was getting a stair workout.
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JOYCE'S ROOMMATE Sylvia has a hard time moving around so when she uses the bathroom (that Joyce only uses to brush her teeth after lunch), she's in there a long time.
But that day she was in there a really long time. Hours. And when Joyce knocked on the door after lunch, there was no response. And the door was locked.
So I told Binita the RN just that and she went to check on her.
Binita said Sylvia was OK, just taking her time. But the next morning, the EMTs came to take Sylvia to the hospital.
She's been having a bad month, staying in bed some days and not leaving the room in general.