As I was standing in Grand Central Station looking up at this clock, I SNAPPED and thought .... This is NOT Grand Central Station. Scroll down to see where I found the clock
This is the assisted living facility my Uncle lives in. They have several screened courtyards and can enjoy the outdoors and be protected indoors. The view in the left block is the living area and to the back the cafe. The grand piano is right by the door where I sign in.
There is something missing... I stepped in to the foyer with the below view and there was no one in sight, NO ONE, no staff and no residents. It was 9:45 on a Sunday morning... if i were stronger I could have carried off the piano.... or the clock?
My Uncle is in the memory unit there. I think I may need to join him soon. I glanced down at my grocery list and burst into laughter..... I written at the top of the list...........
(Bob said I wrote it like I SAY it)
You no the kind you that comes in a bottle and you can cook with or pore on your salad..
All together now just say to me
Bless your heart....