A good gene pool

Fixit's Pop will be 90 on Tuesday. Ninety! He's in incredible shape really although he's shuffling round with a frame these days due to the clapped out knees and hips. He's still pretty with it too. He hasn't been in the nursing home for all that long, and before then he was pretty active, mowing lawns and fixing stuff for needy neighbours.

We had a surprise afternoon tea party for him at the nursing home on Sunday. Some of the other residents looked a bit grumpy, despite the influx of laughing children and afternoon tea goodies. It was a break in routine and clearly some of them really like their routine. One of them leaned over to Pop and said "I think you could have told me you were having a party". Hey, I'm sure he would have if he'd known about it... I don't really know how to talk to super-old people, I don't know why. I was a waitress for years, I can generally do small-talk. So it was good to have the kids along as an ice-breaker, and to see that they could bring a smile to a few faces. Cherub has a very infectious laugh.

God, though. Nursing homes ... I know the will to live is pretty strong, but I'm thinking it might be preferable to die before you need live in one. Unless they have computers and you can just sit and blog all day. That could be good. I hope all my favourite blog-sites are still going, we can bitch about grumpy other residents, boast about our great-grandchildren and complain humourously about all our ailments.