Such a week or so

Too much new going on. I was a couple of weeks without the new computer. It was set up, and transferring the data, but silly little glitches held up progress. First, Beth assumed I had a monitor, but the old computer actually was self contained, and the monitor left with the CPU (if that's what it's still called). 

New monitor arrived, synching set up, but it took some time for the new kid on the block to absorb all the information. Beth came back in a week or so for the wrap and all seemed well. But soon I realized my new monitor had no speakers. Back to the well. I expedited the speaker; back in business.

Then...ever since that high blood pressure attack several months ago, I've been plagued by my startle response. An unexpected noise and I jump. I threw my Chrome button off the screen when my phone rang yesterday. I can still use the start function to access Chrome, but I simply could not drag and drop that shortcut to the home screen.

I cleverly decided just to download Chrome again. Bad choice All my old Chrome settings are lost. That's enough of that. I am leaving well enough alone. I can still get around until my computer guru's reappear.

In the meantime, I saw on this morning's news that Anna Maria of Aurora has been named by Newsweek as a (the?) number one in their "America's Best Nursing Homes of 2025". I certainly have always been impressed by the services. Decent food, good staff, good housekeeping. My only complaint is that people keep dying.

We have one resident who, to me, epitomizes the sort of care at Anna Maria. Bill is a Vietnam veteran, who has PTSD. Bill never stops talking, except to listen a bit and then rejoin with his knowledge. He is a very well read man who knows and pretty well understands 20th century history. He can hold forth for hours, and does.

Interestingly, he has a core of friends and acquaintances who keep him company much of the day. If they don't know WWII, he fills them in. WWI, the same. Don't know what each president accomplished, well, Bill does, and he'll get you up to snuff. A happy, harmless veteran who does need reminded to change his clothes.

That same resident who cannot be responsible for her walker also believes Bill should be in a veteran's home, "where he can get the help he needs." She's pretty adamant about that. She's bothered that he talks so much.

Veteran's homes are not run by the VA; they are administered by the individual states, under their nursing home regulations. There are two in Ohio. Ohio does not have a sterling nursing home reputation. My knowledge is limited to two veterans I have known before and after they lived in a veteran's home in Ohio. From my experience with them I think Bill would be chewed up and spit out in such a facility.

I disabused Jean of her belief that the VA runs veteran's homes, at least in Ohio. I think Bill's family did well to place him here in such mixed and accepting company, and asked her to just stop listening to him at the next table if he interrupted her thoughts that much. Sadly, he's not the only resident on her last nerve.

All that's left is the weather. We had ten inches of snow, and though it's sagging, it's still here. Daily flurries and temps from twenty down have seen to that. It will not change in the next couple of weeks. So, let's see if I can dig through Windows 11 and find a picture.

Here's one. I'm currently weaving the purple. It's lovely!