A quick breakfast with Gary this morning (two eggs), then bon voyage. He’s calling in on his way back down south to give me my $1000 back but isn’t staying. I wonder how much profit he makes after expenses.
I spent a lot of my time today with Agnes, sorting out my wardrobe. I figured, as she was officially a homeless person, I might as well give the clothes I no longer wear straight to her and cut out the middle man. Also, it saves me a trip to the Salvos.
Then I had to go to Bunnings to buy a clothes rack, as she had nowhere to hang them in her room.
On my way home from Bunnings, I called in on Grandpa. When I arrived, a carer was helping him have a shower and a shave. I think he may have had a stiffy (Grandpa, not the carer, thank God). Grandpa said he wanted to be well-groomed in case someone visited him. I said that’s great Grandpa, because I’m visiting you, but I don’t think that counted. Then he wanted to shower the carer, but the carer politely declined and left us. While I was talking to Grandpa, Walter put his head in the doorway and swore at us in Polish (Grandpa insisted that it was Polish swearing, anyway). Grandpa said he often does that. Also, Walter keeps ringing his bell to check that it’s working, causing the carers to come to his room to see what he wants. Grandpa says that if they allow the shower to go on his head, he screams at them. How much do these people get paid?
Grandpa also told me about the 90-year-old George King (not King George), who Grandpa reckons is nuts because he has fourteen clocks in his room and who is constantly stressing about having them all tell the same time, no matter what that may be. I suggested he stop them all at ten to two and leave it at that. Grandpa is going to pass on that suggestion. Apparently, whenever Jack, who has a false leg, hobbles to the shops, he buys George another clock. I don’t think it’s out of kindness, but rather to wind him up by giving him another clock to wind up.
The sad thing is, I feel that Grandpa is living a more interesting life than what I am.