Ash Wednesday 2013

I dread the thought of the place:

The place where you walk out your front door and there's a hallway with not totally

Clean carpeting and a nurses' station at the end of it.

The other residents or guests or whatever we are dress

    in outfits and get their hair

    permanent waved and act

    content.  (The ones you see.)

They go to activities.

They eat together by the clock in a dining room not

In front of TV with a computer on their laps.

There's a schedule

And to go somewhere you ride the van.

To get out you punch a code!

I don't think Grandson would run over there to bake biscuits and play Monopoly.


Well!

Good Morning!