We arrived about 11;30am to Jean's apartment and talked while we put on our masks. Jean had a bad cold and cough. We asked if she got tested for Covid but being 99 3/4 years old, she did not know where or how to have a test. The Senior Community should have access to tests.
Jean coughed and sneezed. She had failed to put her new hearing aids into their charger correctly again. Just drop them in at night. She can not comprehend that small detail. So we charged one ear and then half charged the other ear. She was very quiet at dinner. I so hoped that new hearing aids would put her back into the conversation pool. But, it was not to be.
It would have been nice if she warned us that she was sick, but, that was not to be.
We wore masks in her apartment. We exchanged presents and drank gin.Dinner in the large dining facility was very good. Eating a huge dinner at 11:30am is a stretch for us. But we smiled and listened as the others talked about their upcoming trips, and problems. No one asked how we were, what were were doing. When I did talk, no one listened...it was like I was not in the same room. So I stayed quiet and planned what to eat for dinner.
There was no joy. No banter, no laughter. We marched down to dinner, marched back to her place and them drove home. Tired, and wish we could do something less depressing then have dinner with Jean, Ken and Betsy.
I go with Glenn to support him. But, so wish he had a very different family.It is what it is. A girl can only dream.
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