A-caroling we go

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As mljm mentioned in her journal, there was caroling, and we all did go. With one exception, it was fun. We visited a couple of people who were shut-ins, one assisted living facility, and last, a nursing home.

God, what a nightmare that was. In form, function, and decoration nearly identical to the facility where my mom died, right down the to the oak cage of finches in the common room, the Western-themed paintings on the wall and the fucking wallpaper border for Chrissakes. Yeah, THAT was a load of memories and guilt I didn't need.

On the brighter side, we did touch quite a few lives tonight, scoring a dozen smiling faces in the dining room of the assisted living place. I remembered all the harmony for "White Christmas", and acquitted myself well.

A lesson learned: never let a bass start the songs.

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[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Thank you, J. I do well for the most part, but walking into that place was walking into last February, and I wasn't steeled for it. I'm good today. All the changes to the house - which my mother owned and was a source of constant tension until she was forced to sign it over or face having it taken by Medicaid - are rapidly closing mental doors and putting many ghosts to rest. Instead of just tossing out those pieces of my family that were negative, I'm replacing them with better choices, and that helps.