Which ends up being the porch of a remodeled Victorian home, that now serves as a nursing care center. Suddenly, this vague strategy is looking even more doomed, basically pounding it into me that I should take a breath before going off the deep end next time. Oh sure, strong-arming old ladies for a good cause sounds noble, until it dawns on you that they’re old ladies. Kinda tough to cast that as a positive.
I keep having visions of my grandma, since she was in one of these places. How would I have felt if some smart-ass kid showed up to berate her over something that was none of their business? That some meddlesome brat felt justified in venting about presumed wrongs, when they didn’t even know the whole story? If someone tried to do that to my grandma, it would royally tick me off. So
