You know, November so far?  It's really sucked.  Between the tragedies of the two kids at school, (no good news on that front), and war raging in various parts of the world, this is not a good beginning to the holiday season.  I feel the need to lighten the mood a bit so I'll tell you about MIL and her stay at the hospital/rehab clinic.
When she was in the hospital driving the nurses crazy, her roommate was a woman a couple years younger than her who drove her crazy by simultaneously being grumpy and complaining that MIL was recovering more quickly than she was, and by not being pious enough and complaining when MIL watched her 10th consecutive Papal blessing of something or another.  Plus she didn't take her evening Rosary seriously.  The nerve.  These two were scheduled to be transferred to the rehab clinic on the same day and roomie wanted to share with MIL again.  Uh, no.    MIL insisted that GP be at the hospital at the break of day to make the move and give her a head start.  By lunch she was happily ensconced in her new room with her new roommate who, guaranteed within a day or two, will lose favor.  The clinic is on a hilltop in the wine region.  The rooms have balconies with a view out over the vineyards and the food is amazing.  GP and I are going on Saturday for lunch because the dining room acts as a restaurant for visitors.   It's so popular we have to book.  Now that's rehab.  Laundry is only done in these facilities for a cost so MIL sends hers home with GP for me to do and let me tell you...it's terrifying!  I am sure nothing is clean enough, smells good enough or is ironed well enough.  Not that she'd ever say.  One just knows.  Every time we have to do a load for her GP and I study the situation carefully and decide how hot, how much detergent, bleach, softener is required.  It's a trial.  I pity the "help" we will eventually have to get for her 'cause it sure as hell won't be me.  I love her but she's tough!

xxoo me