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Emeritus told me yesterday that,for no actual reason, they are raising their fee. (Not for everyone - just for me.) The level of care I receive is currently called 4. From now on, they will call it 5. I will get no corresponding additional care, mind you. But my same amount of care will cost an additional $600.00/month.

I've been here 4 months now, or, in other words, long enough to be sorry to have to leave. But I will leave!

Apparently Emeritus originally offered a lower fee to get me to move here from Sunrise. My pastor ccalls this "the old bait and switch.

Elvis

I've had a rather disturbing revelation this morning. I went out at about 7:15 AM and got on the Metro Access bus and saw that one of the building inmates - WHOOPS - I mean "residents" - was standing on the sidewalk right outside my window and was staring in the window. Now that's rather creepy.

There's big doings here this afternoon - there is a "Sock Hop", which consists of posting big pictures of Elvis about. They also hired a 3rd-rate musician to sing and play Elvis tunes on his Karaoke. In case any of the 90-yesr-old denizenas of this establishment decide to dance, the floor has been cleared of furniture. (Were that to happen, let's hope they also have the paramedics on speed dial!) But Hey - at least they are trying.

The other event is the employee picnic. I went out to see, and we seem to have a nice back patio.

And the beat goes on...

OK. I admit it. I'm a weak, rotten selfish person. Since I'm conpletely depressed, here are some "nothing matters" thoughts.

1. Quitters never win. Winners never quit. Those who never win but refuse to quit trying are idiots.
2. Hope lays the groundwork for torment.
3. If everything seems to be going well, you've apparently overlooked something.
4. It may be that one's sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
5. The harder I try, the dumber I look.
6. Some people are alive because it is illegal to kill them.
7. Good judgement comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgement.
8. Behind every good man is a bad man who takes all the credit.
9. Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.
10. Never put off til tomorrow what you can put off forever.

Web page

I had a web page selling rhymes for people to use on special occasions in the past, and made some $, so I decided to do it again. I got the page made with FrontPage, but have spent hours unsuccessfully trying to load it on the web using "Just Host" and talking to an unhelpful woman on the phone. If I don't get it tomorrow, I'll call Ron. Such a page would give me something real to do.

It's been raining all day, and they say tommorrow, too.

Bob Ryan, my fave weatherman is leaving NBC 4 and going to 7. Mom met him once at the mall and got his autograph and then left with his pen and he came after her saying, "Mildred! Mildred!"

Salvation

MY TV IS BACK!! The repairman came at 8:30 this morning, and I've never been happier to see anyone in my life! He keeps telling me all these grim things about how this brand of TV (Sony) has a history of completely breaking - so much so that there is a class action suit against Sony - but I don't know what he hopes to gain by scaring me with such stories. What I have is a Sony Brand Vega LCD projection TV. The repair was simple - the lamp burned out and needed to be replaced. Ron had fixed it for me once before.
Ron is very sweet, by the way, and had offered me the TV from his bedroom if this one couldn't be fixed.
Now the next question I guess is - what am I going to do with all these library books? I started reading Great Expectations by Dickens this morning. I'm only up to about page 5. Pip has been approached by the scarey, raggedy man in the church yard, and found out about the jail break. My best guess is that the raggedy man is an escaped criminal. Stay tuned...
The old fellow next door (Bill) is an an aquatintance of mine because he used to live where I lived (Park Towers), and he is a good friend of my good friend, Martha. Here is a picture of Martha. (I don't have a picture of Bill.) She and my sister are having mint juleps at our annual Kentucky Derby party. ANYWAY, Bill and I have been watching Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy on the wide screen TV in the big room that separates our rooms, so I guess I'll keep doing that, but it means spending more time out in the actual nursing home.


Nope - I wrote that a couple days ago, and it turns out Bill doesn't even want to watch TV with me. So much for neighborliness!

You know what? I hate living here.

Corcoran

The reason I was rolling around on 17th street in the rain is because I decided to go to the Corcoran gallery... FOR NO REAL REASON... or, in other words, I didn't keep my mouth shut when swimming upstream so the turds floated in. That makes sense... Just trust me. Some of the works I saw were

Normally I dont really like landscapes, but this one was amazing.

Rhyme in Time

Lloyd says that my name does not rhyme.
If it rhymed he'd write poems all the time.
So to help him along
I’ve written a song
Now, Lloyd, you can write poems sublime

To the tune of “You Can Call Me Al” by Paul Simon

A gal rolls down the street
She says why am I short of attention now
Why am I short of attention
When life’s insurmountably tall?
I need a future opportunity.
I want a shot at redemption.
I don’t want to end up my life here
In this breathing graveyard.
Poem writer. Poem writer.
Rhyming in Richmond,
Away from my welcom’ng door.

Yes, my dear buddy, dear buddy,
Get these blues away from me.
You know I don’t find this dump anusin’ anymore.

You can write a poem for me
‘Cause you are my long time pal.
If you don’t like “Debbie”,
Lloyd, dear, when you write of me just call me Al.



See, Lloyd, what you have to do is take words that rhyme, or sort of rhyme, and just write in a self-assured manner with a definite rhythm so that, even if your sentences don't necessarily hang together to make any real sense, the reader assumes that they do and buys into it. But basically, what you do is just keep messing with it until it ‘sounds right’. Lloyd, however, is a pharmacist, which means that he has a scientific mind, , so he doesn't understand this kind of fuzzy poetic thinking.

Did you know the Professor has his own webpage? Wonder if he created it on a computer made out of a coconut??

OMG - Lloyd is RIGHT. I went to Rhyme Zone so that I could write the promised song about how stuff rhymes with Deb, and I found that not much rhymes with "Deb" but "web". And I ain't got NOTHIN' in common with a spider!
I'll write a poem about that, so that this blog post isn't quite as useless as it seems.

A spider weaves webs to catch flies.
But I need a web to catch guys!

I think this has denigrated past the point of no return. How many poeple out there think I might be better off if I found something to do with my life?

Counter

Wow - I added a counter to this blog all by myself and it actually seems to work! This IS A GREAT accomplishment, because I am very untechnical!

I am also surprised to see that "Ad Sense" has added a bunch of religious junk due to my Sunday School entries. This just doesn 't seem like the kind of blog that would draw many mainstream religious types, but I guess Ad Sense knows best!

I get two showers a week here, and tonight is shower night, so I AM PSYCHED! (It doesn't take much to make me happy these days!)