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On a Positive Note

I've been slamming on this place pretty hard but in all fairness, there are some high points. I am one of the youngest people in residence at this nursing home. As a result, I attract a bit of attention. I seldom get through the day without a compliment or two. "Hey Gorgeous! ", "Good morning Beautiful! ", "You're so pretty.", I am told. My clothing is complimented on, my taste, my spirit, even my room decor. Never in my life, have I been so scrutinized and yet, so complimented. There's one man here that has called me "a stone, cold fox" as well as a "princess" and even a"Godess". I never got that at home!

And the management is wrapping up a remodel that was badly needed and it's actually tasteful. I'm pleasantly surprised. I've had a few good nurses and a few good aides.

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  1. chaplaindebbeDecember 15, 2014 at 9:53 PM

    It's true - speaking as an adult who really wishes they made Garanimals for grownups - (Remember Garanimals - those kids' clothes with animals on the tag so if you picked a shirt with a tiger and pants with a tiger you'd know they went together?) you've got style!

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