December 19th, 2005

Dead Dog Cat

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As the year winds down, I managed to finish two more books yesterday:

Again lent to me was Knights of the Dinner Table: Tale from the Vault, which isn't as polished as the material in KODT:BoT. Still funny, though.

Then, strangely quickly, was released Samurai Executioner: Volume 7: The Bamboo Splitter. I was much less impressed with this one, as there isn't as much attention paid to the main character, and there was too much sex/violence. Much less of the Japanese culture of the era. If the books continue in this trend, I suspect that I'll abandon this series.

I also continued working my way through the pile of comic books on hand, latest being Hunter: The Age of Magic #5 - 6. Pretty solid story, but I wasn't excited by the artwork.

After a day running to hospitals and nursing homes, I came home to forestcats and we ate tasty lambchops. Yummy. We followed that by watching more of season one of Lost, which, for the most part, wasn't all that impressive. Much of it was predictable, at least to me. In fact, neither of us were surprised by the latest turns of the plot. Still, we're not stopping watching.
Dead Dog Cat

holiday musing

So, I get to the last stop of the day, yesterday. There's this one nursing home that I go to monthly, and have done for the whole two years that I've been working with my present group. This nursing home's resident that I see has never spoken in my presence, and never acknowledged my visits.

Last night, I got there about 5:30 PM. The parking lot was jammed, and I figured that families were visiting while they could as Christmas approached. However, when I entered the building, I heard the singing of young children. Apparently, there was a youth chorus singing carols to the residents.

After reviewing the chart, I quietly made my way to the side of the resident who I needed to see. I was delighted to see her eyes shining, and, mumbling, she was singing along with the kids. She still didn't acknowledge me, but I was very happy for her to see that she was having a Merry Christmas, in her own way.