I burned my hand.
Jul. 11th, 2012 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shinelumiereNot badly, but it stings just the same. About 2 seconds before I burned my hand on the oven door, I thought to myself "I should open the oven door wider".....yeppers.
Mom went to pick her mother up at the nursing home to take her in to get her new glasses fitted and to make sure that the prescriptions good and all that. The new glasses combined with her cataract surgeries have brought back her sight to where it used to be, if not better, so maybe she'll want to start reading again, and might get back some more of her old spunk.
Mom ranted at the nursing home people a lot today. She called last night and asked them to have her ready to leave sometime between 9:30 and 10 this morning and while grandmom was technically "ready" to go, her hair was a mess and none of her clothing matched at all. We're not expecting salon fresh and perfect pampering, but a little effort to make sure she looks nice would be nice.
Sometime between the last time mom stopped in to see grandmom and today, some one knocked over the vase of flowers I made for her room, which shattered the vase inside the decorative plastic wrap and left everything all flopped over, and didn't report it. It's not that we care overly much about the vase, it was buried in grandmoms shed before now. The flowers and the decorative stones were easily separated from the broken vase pieces to be used again. But for a place that has now banned pushpins/thumbtacks because they're afraid the residents might think they're candy and swallow them, you would think that they'd want any possible source of broken glass cleared out as well.
I told mom as I was poking around for another vase that maybe I should leave the new one unwrapped, so they couldn't get away with just picking it up and putting it back and pretending nothing was wrong with it. Then they'd be forced to clean it up and actually report it. Slackers.
Mom went to pick her mother up at the nursing home to take her in to get her new glasses fitted and to make sure that the prescriptions good and all that. The new glasses combined with her cataract surgeries have brought back her sight to where it used to be, if not better, so maybe she'll want to start reading again, and might get back some more of her old spunk.
Mom ranted at the nursing home people a lot today. She called last night and asked them to have her ready to leave sometime between 9:30 and 10 this morning and while grandmom was technically "ready" to go, her hair was a mess and none of her clothing matched at all. We're not expecting salon fresh and perfect pampering, but a little effort to make sure she looks nice would be nice.
Sometime between the last time mom stopped in to see grandmom and today, some one knocked over the vase of flowers I made for her room, which shattered the vase inside the decorative plastic wrap and left everything all flopped over, and didn't report it. It's not that we care overly much about the vase, it was buried in grandmoms shed before now. The flowers and the decorative stones were easily separated from the broken vase pieces to be used again. But for a place that has now banned pushpins/thumbtacks because they're afraid the residents might think they're candy and swallow them, you would think that they'd want any possible source of broken glass cleared out as well.
I told mom as I was poking around for another vase that maybe I should leave the new one unwrapped, so they couldn't get away with just picking it up and putting it back and pretending nothing was wrong with it. Then they'd be forced to clean it up and actually report it. Slackers.
