Night Road by Kristin Hannah (Gece Yolu)
This is a bit of a rant because I am frustrated with a frequently occurring, very annoying and upsetting problem we are having in the senior’s building where I now live.
We have an old (probably original) elevator that just keeps breaking down. Many seniors have difficulty with stairs and some of us (including myself) live on 4th floor. Some use walkers. Some have COPD or other disabilities which make stairs a problem.
Our elevator breaks down often and the repair man comes to fix it whenever he can. It can take some time for him to come, sometimes days. It depends where he is working at the time and what his schedule is. Anyway, he eventually arrives, repairs and leaves and it breaks down again shortly after. Over and over.
People don’t trust the elevator. People have been stuck inside it and it can take rescue people…
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“Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Last weekend, I flew home to New Hampshire for a quick trip. I had a doctor’s appointment and I was planning to finish up Christmas shopping as well as help my Mom wrap. Unfortunately, even the best intentioned plans can face plant.
My flight left in the afternoon after class. I was expecting lines to be crazy, but it only took me eleven minutes to get through security. It was ridiculously easy. With time to spare, I of course went to Starbucks and then camped out for a hot second, until my flight was called.
My Mom is the best!
After meeting me at the airport, we went to the mall to get our picture taken. Mommy Sutton has no shame sitting on Santa’s lap and it has…
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