Tropical weather brings out the best in Mac, he loves this heat, and with all the windows in the apartment, it's as if we've moved to Florida, actually have the a/c on - but not too much as then it's - hey there's a draft where's my sweater...as I wipe the perspiration from my forehead. But of course he is not moving around - doing household chores, but he is watching out for the cat. This is his most important job, to make sure whenever someone comes in or out, that Mischa does not sneak out. Then to make up for the fact that poor Mischa is stuck in he always pets him and says..."you are such a nice....and for a few minutes he struggles as he tries to place the category, once he called Mischa a bird, and several times a dog...and then it's, "what am I saying, you are the nicest cat in the whole world"...Well this is definitely not so, but he is a beauty, and as mentioned before, he tries to rule the roost, and is a pushy, furry, bossy, whiny CAT.
The mornings for Mac are relax and kind of nap, but if this session is too long, his walking deteriorates and then we have a bit of a problem to get his legs going, and the less he does the less he wants to do. So the watchword is MOVE, so we go downstairs to check out the activities, and while we're there give a little hello to the two budgie birds, we call them Hopper and Topper, but we keep forgetting to ask someone if they have names, one is blue like one Mac's mom used to have, whose name was Topper, but sad to say he now no longer remembers that although he did when we first moved here...We then move on to say good morning to the Paranoid four...the ladies who are sure someone is stealing their clothes, or taking whatever one in particular must have been a real toughie in her day, although her smile is angelic...Elena the girl on the desk always says Good morning Sir, to Mac, and asks how he is...his answer, "Not sure' or when he is really UP he says, 'i'm fine, how are you"....
If our neighbour on the bottom floor who is in a transition room, she has rheumatoid arthritis and can hardly move - is there, we have a short chat with her. We connected very early in our stay here and were amazed to find that when she heard Mac's whole name, Gordon McConnell, she was so delighted, and with a big smile, said, 'why you were a close buddy with my husband, Cliff Adams at CN, and thankfully i remembered the name, and here in our small world is a connection from Mac's work days in the CN...he did have some memory of that, but as far as remembering Cliff, well this was not to be...
If we can pick up someone's gazette, after they are finished with it, I'm happy, Mac has no longer any interest but I do read Dear Annie to him, while he groans and says, "what a problem, what's wrong with those people'... i must start to get my own gazette...we then finish our rounds by checking out what's going on in the Activity room, if it's Thursday, we have our yoga session, if it's Friday, we check out Richard on the second floor...the man who leads us all in Music Therapy This deserves a section by itself some day...and finally we check the mail, and wind our way back to our happy abode....
So the sun is shining, it's morning, and Mac has been resting a bit too long, it's time to stretch his legs, and do the morning round...have a great day...and we will too.
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