The day after the nursing home called me to tell me they had put my brother in isolation because he had loose stools, he was back out of isolation It sounds like this was a false alarm.
This weekend I had to go take my daughter up to Michigan so she could be counselor at camp. I got back later Saturday afternoon, but my husband and I decided to go to the movies, and figured we might as well take my brother. He would enjoy it, and then I wouldn't have to spend my Sunday visiting him. So we did.
The movie was the Most Splendid Marigold Hotel (or something like that). It was about British senior citizens who retire in Indian because it's cheaper to live there. The entire audience was pretty old. We got to the movies just in time and were able to snag the last seats for the handicapped. But there were lots of people there in walkers, and a lot more senior citizens who were women than men. I notice this kind of stuff a lot more now as I am getting closer and closer to that age.
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