Well, we're back.
Actually, we got back about 0130 hours on Monday morning, but it's taken a bit of time to peel ourselves off the ceiling -- metaphorically speaking.
Moving two little old ladies from one home to another, whilst simultaneously planning and conducting a 100th birthday party is not -- I say again my last, not -- for the faint of heart.
Nana's party went off rather nicely. Here's a picture of the party girl -- she's the one in the blue:
In Nana's own words: "I look pretty hot for a chick turning 100."
The Governor of Texas sent a nice little plaque:
As did the Mayor; while President and Mrs. Bush very kindly sent a card.
While Nana was being feted, the rest of us humped all of her gear out to the truck, carried it back into her new home, put it back together and fetched Nana.
The new place is rather nice -- we'll see if it suits Nana.
I'd like to extend one whopping Liverpool kiss to the upper management of Hearthstone. While the caregivers there were absolute darlings, nothing quite says, "Happy 100th Birthday!" quite like jacking up your rent by four hundred and fifty US dollars per month -- five months into your one-year contract.
I'm all for capitalism and all that -- so we'll be taking our hard-earned capital somewhere else.
And if any of my Gentle Readers are considering an assisted living facility for a loved one, I'm going to whole-heartedly suggest that you by-pass Hearthstone or Carestone facilities.