To many little things.

     I find to many little things to really give a flavor here.  I have a little time today.  Let me tell you about Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Maybe that will help.  It doesn't really matter which it is.  Both were usually identical.

     6:45 in the morn.  Arrive at work. Talk to the older co-worker Bob.  Lost in the shuffling, his last day was Dec. 31 2014.  Then I'd hit the gym

     8ish.  Return.  Check work and maybe talk to Bob some more.  Lunatic would come in then who knows what.

     Afternoon.  At some point my sister would call.  Always started out with "Hi, it's me your sister."  More often than not some request to bring something up that night.  Sometimes to talk for a min or 2.  Usually the request.

     4:30 leave for home.
     5:30 arrive home and call to see what else she needed.  Often it was papers if B.I.L. arrived before I left.  Stella D'oro breakfast treats 3 or 4.  Stop at the store for either snow balls or crumb cake.  I mean she was already living out of the vending machines.  Or sometimes a mountain dew. This would later be changed to orange fanta soda.

     6-6:10 Arrive.  On her good days she'd already be out of her room.  Sometimes met me in the hall, by the guard desk, or in the chandelier room.  Not so good days I'd go to her room.  Do some light clean up.  We had to leave by 6:20 for the smoke.

     I've already given you the lay out of the place I believe so I'm not going to do it again.

     If we had time and she was in the mood I'd offer to take her out back.  Where she'd go often the first 2 times she was there.  Sadly, it wasn't a hangout like it had been.  We'd often be the only ones there save the cats and geese.

     A lot of times we'd do the grand tour before the smoke if no one was there.  You were supposed to be there at 6:25, 5 min before.  Of course the kid usually showed about 6:45.

     Or we'd do the tour afterwards.  A lot of the time it was to check the other vending machine.  

     One ornery day on this side I didn't have any money.  All she had was a $10 bill.  I told her the machine didn't take them.  She told me she'd done it before with no problem.  Naturally we didn't get all the change.  It was $5 minus 2 purchases.  We left a note at the guard station.  It would take months to get the money back.

     After her friend Ellen was no longer allowed to smoke.  The woman was on a lung transplant list, she only had 1 lung.  She apparently passed out in the ante room to the smoking.  So on the way back we usually stopped by.

     On good days we'd stop at a few other pals and check on the activities in the chandelier room.  

     7:40 Back in her room.  I'd go to get her ice and make sure she had what she needed.  Usually go the promise of having the paperwork sent home with B.I.L. the next day.

     8 home and dinner.

     B.I.L. had M,W,F.  He was usually home by 7.  Visits were a bit more stressful for them both.  Often depended on his mood.  Like a lot of people.  My sister included.  He had not concept of how to be a visitor.  Trust me.  They both visited me in the hospital.  No picnic.

     But it often depended on how tired she was.  There were odd days when I was home by 7 too.  If she was just plain tired.  

     That's it for today.