Surely I'm snowbound when I release this. But will I have electric?

     The new routine was generally focused around her smoke.  There was a schedule.  You could only go at that selected time.  She got there herself usually in the daytime.  Unless she wasn't feeling well enough.

     It's just occurred to me that I don't know if I set up the return properly.  Or her last 3 weeks at home.  Maybe I did.  Not really in the mood to go back and search.  I may though, there are a few salient points and a good life lesson in those 3 weeks.

     Not snowbound.

     B.I.L. would usually go straight there from work.  True to both of their natures.  When they both worked their whole goals were to go home and stay.  

     I on the other hand, if on regular hours, would go to the house first.  Sometimes I'd wait and get the newspapers from him.  I'd take care of the dog.  Then I'd call and let her know I was home and ask what I could bring.  Usually some stella d'oro breakfast treats; soda; papers if B.I.L. came home before I left; and something sweet like a package of snowballs.  That was the routine I ran.

     Usually got there in time to see how dinner looked.  The food had gone downhill dramatically since her last time here.  So bad in fact that she'd often just get a sandwich alternative they'd offer.  And of course there were vending machines to supplement themselves on.

     Oh and the greed of the place.  They owned and stocked the machines themselves.  Yup.  But let's not go there at all okay.

     The one thing I always say when visiting people.  Hospital or rehab.  Just talk about the small things.  When you are stuck in these places time pretty much stops.  You know the big things and such that are on the news.  It's the minutiae you miss.  You tell time there often by activities and which meal it is.  Days blend into one another.

     So I'd talk about work, people and such.  Usually if she was in a good way she'd talk back.  About 6 or 6:15 we'd get started.  Depending on whether or not she wanted to see the other vending machines.  And I understood that.  Sometimes just a change of scenery.  Something the B.I.L. often just couldn't grasp.