Cathy in the Wright

Sore Losers

The nursing home held an appreciation dinner last night for all of its volunteers. Good food and entertainment is provided, but we were really all there to find out who was going to walk home with the coveted "Volunteer of the Year" engraved mantle clock. Last year, Hoocher and I won. This was Hoocher's reaction after I came home and told him we weren't repeat winners.

Sorry, Hoo. They gave it to some old woman who has been donating her time for the past 17 years. But does she ever jump up on a bed with a resident and let them scratch her belly? Noooo. You were so much more deserving, Mr. Hoo.

As you can imagine, Hoocher was a little bit on the starchy side when we arrived at the nursing home this morning for our regular rounds. He was quickly mollified, however, with a bag of popcorn from Mrs. K. And when Mary put him in a headlock and rubbed his belly for half an hour...well, he almost could have congratulated the winner with a modicum of grace.

The day got even better when Nana and Buppa arrived home from an extended trip and came over to see the boys, both of whom acted like squirrels on crack when they saw their grandparents arrive.

Now tonight, The Governor is asleep, The Senator is winding down, The VP is finally home, and I am going to make it to bed before midnight for a change.

And we had a great soaking rain today, and I didn't even have to threaten God.

Posted by Cathy at April 20, 2004 09:06 PM