Crunches2!

I'm eating one of those baby oranges. The aroma reminds me of Christmas tress and my mother, who adores oranges and orange candy. When I'm working at Viaetassi Palace (actually a nursing home) strange things bother me. Like, what are the elderly living in places like this supposed to feel happy about? I mean, what is the point of living? Many of them are in pain or don't often get visitors. Most can't get out of bed, and those that can are the ones who will never leave the facility. It's wake up, get dressed in ugly clothes, eat yucky food, socialize with barely anyone (unless you count the schizophrenics who may or may not be actually talking to you) then take a nap. And that's just breakfast. The cycle repeats itself three times a day, and that doesn't count the long period of night-darkness you have to get through. If you thought of this as more of a temporary setting, it wouldn't be so depressing, but that's not often the case. I wish I could help the bored ones somehow, maybe introduce new hobbies or something so they'd have fun things to do, but I can see why that might be expecting too much. Older people don't necessarily WANT to change like that. THey are more likely wishing for their old lives back (if they're able to think that clearly). They used to have families to care for, houses to clean, careers in business and commerce, health, teaching, traveling, and foreign languages... and people they loved, some of who are gone now. (Not to mention that they're physically incapable of many everyday activities and often are in enough pain that they need pain pills like vicadin and hydrocodone, plus needing a pharmacy of other pills to solve various health problems.)

Part of it might be that for them, adapting to life in a nursing home or hospital is like admitting defeat or submission. That, and it's altogether depressing anyway. Do you feel depressed yet? :)

Sorry.

It's true stuff, either way.

I have to make sure and do crunches when I get home!!! Yay stronger singing voice.

Viaetassi

Taking a shower is just like going to bed. Eventually, you have to get out of the shower. So also, eventually, you have to sleep.

Haha. For some reason, I loathe going to sleep and waking up! AND going to work! And just starting things I don't like, I suppose!

But NO! This is where I should be thinking... "I must accept my fate." 

I can ALSO use my  i m a g i n a t i o n . . .  like, instead of me going to work by car, it's me-- going to work on a train to Viaetassi, through the blue physi-barrier that separates dimension Z232 from the mainland, A5. (In the early hours of the morning, sadly enough.) When I arrive at the palace of Viaetassi, I take the elevator in the center wing to the high court's private quarters, which are located in the upper stories of the tower. My job as a lady-in-waiting is to provide service, care, and to otherwise wait on the elderly duchesses and royal ladies of Viaetassi's high court. I love it! Of course, I get tired more than not, but it's probably just because I'm just not used to this job as a "regular" thing. But I'm good at my job, and I'm on-time and sparklingly helpful and delightful at all times. Energy, energy, energy! I will be doing my best every day!