Jupiter, Florida or Bust!

OK - my dear friend, Marion is going to look at a facility for my Dad in Jupiter.   Right down the road from Spring Training - yep, the Cardinals.    My father will be in heaven.   Town Car will take him to the games - and back.  Chip will be in his glory.  He can come back - sit outside - visit with the residences - and he is on vacation!  What better........

My Dad

Need to try to see if my Dad could go to Florida.  He so loves Florida - but due to a major heart attack has been afraid to venture too far from home.    One night recently.....I woke up with the thought - why couldn't he go.  

I made some inquiries on line - I found a woman, broker who deals with multiple facilities.  I told her what I was thinking - a temporary assisted living facility - just for a couple of months.  There was a hesitation - and she laughed.  She said - I have never been asked that.

During my life - I have heard that statement before.  I seem to ask things that people have never thought of.  It always amazes me -

So - low and behold - she called some facilities and yes - they would love to have my Dad short term.  For a price.  

I will let you know how this goes.

As I get older in life - fifty - yes, I said it - I am sensitive to what people say or I should say curious as to what people feel they have to say regarding one's age.   I recently was on a search for a new pair of jeans.   If you have not shopped for jeans lately - it can be challenging.   Take the Gap as an example - sizing is interesting.   I am a 2P or 2 petite.   Everything is by waist size, I think at the Gap.....24.....25.....26 - so now I am at a loss.  I should know my waist size - why don't I know my waist size???   Slim leg, skinny leg, bootcut - yikes.    What exactly do they mean...boot cut?   Slim Leg, skinny leg - what's the difference?  Trying these jeans  - well, it is not a fun time.  I don't know who the heck can get in them but  -wow, you have to drag them on.    Remember - I am a 2......I didn't think dragging was an option............ I left the Gap feeling somehow inadequate.

I tried another store, which I won't name - they had the jeans all layed on tables - tons of jeans - stone washed, acid washed, dark blue - black.  Not a petite size in the bunch.    I am not exaggerating - they had them lined on shelves and hung against the walls, tables and tables of jeans.  I watched the woman - these woman were average sizes...picking up the different styles.....never a hesitation.    I think to myself - I am not leaving the store without a pair of jeans.  Finally, way in the back I find one little area of petite jeans - maybe ten of them.  I touched them - read the labels and finally headed for the dressing room.   Grabbed a few and in the dressing room I went.   Its New Year's Eve for god sake.........I have to have something to wear. 

I tried them on.   Argh.......I didn't like any of them.  I was excited I had a pair of "7" in my hand.  Everyone raves about the "7" jean.   Yeah, well - not so much.   Plus - have you looked at the price of those jeans!    At that price they should perform a miracle.

I came out of the dressing room - irritated.  I ran right into a sales clerk - she tried to avoid my eyes  - but I snagged her.   Excuse me - don't you just have a pair of dress jeans???    Her head kind of snapped to the side.   Dress Jeans?    [now comes the line that I will remember forever]  Honey, they haven't made a dress jean since the 50's.  [she slightly smiled then]   Really?  [I wasn't even born then]    Now she has irritated me even more.    Sensing my frustration.....[seriously] she took me over to the few petite jeans they had and said - here try these on - you will love them.

Well - needless to say.  I left without buying a pair of jeans.  

My Father

Have you had to deal with an aging parent.   My Parents are divorced.   My mother has remarried and is very busy.  My father, well let's just say, he is happy in his own way.  

My father lives on Lake Champlain.  On the border of New York and Vermont.  Very historical part of the country.  He has a beautiful house that overlooks the lake.    My father was an educator.  He did quite well for himself - all on his own.  He is a very intense individual.  I use to work summers for my Dad as a kid.  I soon realized that if I could work for my Dad - well, I could work for anyone.  He was tough.   I haven't found anyone tougher -

Time to time in this blog I am sure I will elaborate on my Dad.