When I hobbled into the the Friendly Home this morning Brandon was reading the newspaper aloud in the newly remodeled sun room, an article about Ithaca using sheep to mow their Cemetery grounds. He had about ten people seated in a circle around him, all in wheelchairs. “What time did the sun come up this morning?” The other Mary guessed 5:30 and was off by only nine minutes. He read each person’s horoscope but when he asked my mom if she wanted to hear hers she said, “Not really.”
When the important news was digested he turned on a Pandora oldies station on his phone and connected it to a portable speaker. It was basketball time. He stood in the middle off the circle and bounced the ball back and forth with each of the residents to songs like “Chattanooga Choo Choo.”
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I love this. Sounds like a great place.. I’ll remember it when it’s time for my Dad.. coming soon. Thinking of you and your Dad as it approaches the anniversary of your painting teacher’s passing. And, then your Dad so soon after. Glad you’re enjoying yourself in Spain. Hope you feel better soonest.