Good morning, Czech Republic!

Got up this morning and went to work.  Set up for "mass" and started making morning snacks.  Corralled the seniors, brought them to snack, came back, watched the first half of Annie.  Break for lunch.  Walked across the street and saw that there were no sidewalks, or that they were, in fact, still there, but were covered in snow, and that the side of the street where one would normally walk in such a situation was all puddle.  Walked on.  Got to parking lot.  Only way to get through was to stomp through snow and brush or continue walking down treacherous road a decent amount further.  Walked on.  Called mom (who was literally about a block away, shopping).  Got new shoes.  Why?  Because I was wearing ballet slipper-styled shows (sans socks, of course) and snow/dirt/pebbles had gotten all up in there and I could NOT a) walk back in this or b) run around after the seniors in this.  Anyway... went back to work.  Actually ATE my lunch over the span of the next three hours.  Set up for our "Undecorating Party" (which went nicely) and put on the second half of Annie until all was ready.  Had our little party (told story of the Twelfth Night and its' history, handed out food, played music, did puzzles, and colored).  Cleaned up.  Played a bean bag toss, started a sing-along, collapsed into chair whilst the seniors watched news and prepared for dinner.
By "played a bean bag toss," I, of course, mean that I set it up, ran back and forth and squatted and bended to get the bean bags and did math and tried to make sure everyone was involved.
Why did I tell you this?  I just wanted to give you a run-down of an average schedule of my days at the nursing home (it's all that, minus the snow story, plus some more games, usually).  I only work there a few days out of the week and I love it.  I set up activities for the seniors (all of whom have some form of Dementia) and make sure that they stay as active as possible (i.e. not sitting in their rooms all day, every day).
Every day, though, there's a new adventure, whether Harry is screaming at the nurses for being "fat and useless" or Roger convincing one of the ladies to... come back to his room or Evelyn threatening to smack someone.  Something that's always fun (and very awkward) is when the gentlemen express their undying love and, quite often, propose marriage.  One man, one of my favorites (and, also, one of my "boyfriends"), named Ed, didn't come into program today, so I went looking for him to say hello when I had a chance.  I got an offer of... not marriage.
Just smile and walk away.  Then sigh, shake head, and look at a picture of Ewan McGregor.
Another "happening" of today which is going to bother me for a while... another man/favorite/"boyfriend" (by the way, they're ALL my favorites... I swear), Phocion, had his son come in today.  First of all, the man  doesn't look REMOTELY old enough to be his son.  Secondly, as soon as he walked in, I knew that I knew him... didn't think that I knew him... I KNEW... STILL know... can't figure it out though.  Grrrr...
Anyway, I came home and, meaning to lay down for only a few minutes, passed out for three hours, woke up, watched the long-awaited season premier of Primeval, and went to the diner with some friends.
By the way, how can guys spend so much time talking about cars?  Seriously... it was a little scary (and kind of annoying, though the actual CONTENT of the conversation-i.e. James Bond, K.I.T.T., how to build the batman car, Patrick Stewart's sexuality, etc.-was entertaining enough).
Came home, had a white chocolate strawberry.  Sleeping in tomorrow for a bit, then off to the other job (as a book-keeper) in the afternoon.

Practiced the uke for about ten minutes today.  Just went back and forth with the chords.  I'm doing ten minutes every few hours until I get it right and can move on to more stuff.  Have the two chords memorized and no longer have to look down at my hand to change properly... I just want to make the change more fluid.

Au revoir!