Lunch at the Plaza

Lunch yesterday with mom was fun. Because all of the tables in the Dining room are four tops, we were seated in the little private dining room, since it can seat ten.  There were only five of us but I think it gave mom ideas of how she could have another group for lunch in the future.  Another plus was it's fully enclosed, so mom could hear better in there, than in the larger dining room filled with other residents and their visitors.
It's really heart warming to see how the staff remembers the residents particulars.  Mom likes a glass of milk with her lunch, and sherbet--any sherbet--for dessert.  She gets a real kick out of them remembering and bringing her her favorite stuff, without even having to ask.  Occasionally, she'll throw them a curve ball but for the most part, she's the same old, same old, every day.  It's also a hoot now to hear her refer to other residents as her friends--thank the good Lord in heaven for that.  When she first moved in back in April, everyone was "old" and "uses a walker", and we weren't quite sure how she was going to settle in to this deal.  Case closed.  She loves it and that is no small or minor MIRACLE. 

The other day in the mail I got a letter from the Plaza asking if mom would like to have her flu shot (swine, and what ever the flu du jour is for this year) right there at the Plaza.  I asked her and we both said "Oh, hell, yes", and I turned in the paperwork today.  I thought she might have wanted to have it at her doctor's office but nooooooo.  She wanted to have it right there--- with all her buddies. Yee haw. 

There was one spot of news yesterday that was distressing to me.  It seems the man I had hand picked to be mom's boyfriend, because he's adorable and has a precious male Schnauzer that lives with him, is moving.  And, mom said, he has a girlfriend.  Drat.