One upset critic of nursing homes said this: "Let's put the seniors in jail and the criminals in a nursing home." ` copied

I am running late today but on this Thursday, September 18, 2025, I do have a really good reason. I do. A good one. Our old people's choir sang this morning at one of the nursing homes in Conroe, Texas. We've been there before, but it's been a few years. As always, the residents at that skilled nursing facility or perhaps the long-term care facility, well, they gave us a super, warm reception. And, just for the record, the old people's choir is officially called the Legacy Choir and if using old people is hard for you to handle, you can always say Legacy. (Back in the day when I was very involved in the running of a large information technology program the word legacy was assigned to outdated software that was still hanging around way past its use by date.) If the shoe fits, well, buy a pair in every color. I always joke when I go to the old folk's home. I tell people I can handle it fine except I do not appreciate the staff telling me it is time for me to return to my room. It's a joke. I know. Don't quit my day job. I told the wife on our way home it really doesn't do any good to say I really hope you never put me in a place like this. Why? Things happen. Life changes. Decisions have to be made. At the same time we all have what they used to call back home: Our druthers. It is a real word. It has to do with a person's preference. Just so you know. After we finished a rollicking good time of singing we then mingled with the residents and shook hands and visited. A good time was had by most. I can't speak for the entire group. That's why I used the word most. Oh yeah. They continue to play either Russian roulette or spin the bottle to determine how many roads to shut down in and around our area. Very exasperating when you are trying your best to get from point A to point B. I have no idea why it's referred to like that but I do know the exasperating part, real well. The wife asked if I wanted her to put the address to the senior citizens domiciliary into the GPS app on her phone. I told her not to worry because I had looked it up on a map and using an old school approach I figured out where we were going. As you can readily see, I finished this report earlier but I kept on, therefore, (breathe a sign of relief here),I will put this day's visit to rest.

 

I do want to pause to recognize our grandson's 20th birthday. Alexander Benjamin Abbott, our Alex, he's not always had an easy time of it with a number of autism related issues, but, I thank God that he is in his first year of college and while some days are better than others, he is hanging in there. Praying that God will continue to sustain him as he makes his way forward. Until next time, may God bless each one. Amen.