Excerpt
from Book:
Grandpa
Ralph was having a very bad day. It was his very first day
in his new home, a nursing home.
"They
call it Pleasant Manor. It is a very pleasant place, don't
you think, Mr. Jones?" his daughter-in-law had said,
trying to put the best possible spin on the place. She said
this as she and her husband, Grandpa Ralph's son, sat down
with him in his new room. They stayed and visited for a while
during this afternoon, this first afternoon in this new place,
this nursing home.
"Well,
I don't think it's such a pleasant place!" Grandpa Ralph
had snarled, giving his best curmudgeonly face to his daughter-in-law
Kathleen.
"Now
Dad," said his son Donald, "you know we all agreed
that this move was for the best for you. You agreed it was
for the best. And this is one of the nicest places in town.
Just look how beautifully decorated it is, and already, all
the staff has been so helpful and friendly."
"Hmmph!-"
said Grandpa Ralph, "I didn't think we'd really go through
with it. A nursing home! Imagine that! Well I don't need it;
and besides, it costs an awful lot of money!"
"Now
Dad," said Donald, "you know the finances are all
worked out. Just enjoy yourself- relax! You are very safe
here, and you have plenty of help in case you need it. And
look here," Donald continued as he picked up a brightly
colored piece of paper from the table next to Grandpa Ralph's
bed, "this activity calendar is full of all sorts of
great things to do."
"I
just know you're going to have a lot to do, and meet a lot
of wonderful new friends here," Kathleen chimed in. "You
have to admit, it's been pretty lonely since Mrs. Jones passed
on."
"Well,
we'll just see about that, missy!" Grandpa Jones thought,
though he didn't say it out loud. "Hmmph!" is what
he did say, glumly.
And
it was after his son and daughter-in-law left, after he was
alone in his room, after he had a bit of time to think, that
he devised his plan. He would show them all that this nursing
home stuff was for the birds!
And
what was his plan? Well, it was very simple: Grandpa Ralph
Jones wasn't coming out of his room. They'd have to pry him
out with a crowbar!
©2003,
Michael D. Purvis
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