The best part of this week of eldercare is the after part. Both the hospital and now the rehab facility are fine, but I cannot wait to get out of these places. Today’s escape route ran via a washateria or should I say the Washtenaw-teria? What kind of life is that that you look forward to doing laundry. Anyway, today’s main after event is dinner at Anne + Bill’s. That should be nice. After today, I only have one more day before I head north again. Tomorrow, direct from NYC Dan + Britt arrive in town. I’ll head north with them on Monday, leaving Anne in Ann Arbor. She is always telling me how much she appreciates the help, let’s see how she feels after I’ve left. This morning she was telling me that she wanted to be in a different generation, but I couldn’t think of a better one than the one that we are living. We are living the sandwich life, with family pressing in from both sides. Sometimes we’re the pickle. Sometimes, like when there is too much mayo, we end up getting squeezed out on the floor. Anne is seen above making a face that her mother used to make. It signified that she was not amused. This morning while we were driving to see Harry, Anne wondered what Google Maps would sound like if the app adopted her voice, “You’re doing it wrong.”

Pictured are a couple of topical Milton Kemnitz prints that I found yesterday along “Woodward Avenue” in the hospital. One shows the original St. Joe’s hospital building, which is still standing across the street from our old parish church, St. Thomas. While the other portrays a novel parking solution, three Park Mobile structures. Each tower could hold up to 22 cars. The button-activated structures, which revolved in Ferris-wheel style, were designed to be operated by the drivers. The hospital’s current version is easily its third instance and has acres of parking lots. There was one reported malfunction, where cars were left stuck in the tower.

Harry seems to be improving. He did some rehab this morning and it looks like he will get a spot at a rehab facility soon. Maybe tomorrow? The one in Saline that Jane visited yesterday. Maybe not soon enough for him, but he is only the patient and an impatient one at that. There was a code blue announced over the PA, but other than some poor soul having a bad day, the only other bad thing to happen was a massive IT malfunction, but it got fixed later.

Jane had a great code blue story. She used to work at St. Joe’s and one day while she was in the cafeteria a code blue was sounded. A table full of people in scrubs jumped up and ran out of the cafe. All except for one, he just sat there and then mimed as it to sniff his pits and then shrugged “I don’t know.” The cafeteria broke out laughing. The code blue was not on his floor.