COME AND MEET THOSE DANCING FEET...
The Glo-worm has been putting up a good fight about not going on any excursions at the nursing home. They have a lot of trips - lots of plays, monthly trips to the casino, Dunkin' Donuts, Walmart, they are going to a strawberry festival and Glen's this month... She says she is fine in her room - just sitting there. She doesn't want to do anything with those "old people" and is fine how she is. The activities people have been trying to get her to do more and thought that if I went with her to something it would get the ball rolling. I signed up to be a volunteer so I could ride the bus with them (hello nausea) to see 42nd Street at the Benedum.
I was feeling a little nostalgic. I don't know if it was the locale or the vision of the lovely and talented Joey Fatone that did it but I thought of something... not too long ago I was cleaning up Over 2 at Dixon House... for those of you that don't know - that's what we affectionately called the third floor because that's the term they used in the listing for it... anyway, I was cleaning out the file cabinets and came across the (many) playbills from all the shows we went to - here, NYC, Vegas, Toronto... we had two of everything. We decided to get rid of the duplicates. Why did we need two?
I guess I should have kept them. ;-(
Anyway, Glo had a really good time... she remembered some of the songs and was singing along and every time a girl came on stage with a fancy dress she would put her hands up to her face like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone. It was pretty funny. We got back on the bus and I asked her if she liked it and she gave me a wink and said - when's the next one? Mission accomplished.