You try to do a nice thing

Poor Dad. Well he made it to 88 today but the assholes at the facility didn't help him and so the bagels and cream cheese are still sitting in a box in his room since they arrived Wednesday evening. They didn't help cut one for him, didn't help him share them. So much for trying to do a nice thing that the staff and others could get in on. Guess there's no point in sending anything but cards.

If he's still doing ok in a month or so, I'll see about taking some pictures of the kitties and I and making him a Christmas/Holiday card since I know he'd like that.

But damn. Today was already starting off frustrating since Junie did the hop out of the box and scoot to get the poop out. Hopefully the day improves since I was invited to a lunchtime picnic by Emily's sister.