Today I was home, playing nurse to my little princess who is sick again. (Hmmm…. didn’t we do this already, last week?) While I was doing my step exercises (as in going up & down the stairs) Frank went to the Bronx to help his sister start clearing some of the junk out of their mother’s apartment.
This apartment is part of a 2 family house. Frank’s family owned it and lived in it all his life, up until his mother sold the house & took the upstairs apartment. So you can imagine how much stuff is there in the house, accumulating over a span of over 50 years. If I get there next time, I promise to take photos.
One of the things Frank & Mel did was gather up Mel’s clothes. (Yes, she still has some stuff there.) The odd thing is the people who now own the house & live downstairs have sort of been using the upstairs apartment as well. In Mel’s room, there were things belonging to the daughter of the people downstairs. Or so Melanie claims.
As she was emptying out drawers, she’s exclaiming, “Oh, that’s where that was!” and similar things. Then she reaches in and pulls out something Frank said looked like it was from a Victoria’s Secret catalog. He looks at it and starts laughing. “Those aren’t mine!” Mel yells and throws them back in the drawer. When relaying the story to Theresa, she claimed they probably really were Mel’s. If you ever met my sister in-law, you’d see just how strange that notion is.
Afterwards was the trip to the nursing home to visit their mom. As Frank is leaving, he says good-bye to the roommate, Olga. “So you’re going to be having a party here in the room after we’re gone?”
“Yeah. Sofia,” she points to my MIL, “has a boyfriend.” MIL’s name is Lucy so I’m not quite sure where Sofia came from but, then, she calls Melanie ‘Emily.’
Frank laughed and said, “I bet you have a boyfriend, too, and after we leave they both come in here and you have a party.”
“Yes, we do. And we all crawl under the beds.”
That’s some wild nursing home, eh?