Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

On my way home from the Birch Street Nursing Home last Saturday, I passed a small festival. I decided to go in and check it out. I learned from a nice woman in a wheelchair that the festival was celebrating National Disability Independence Day. I had never heard of that day. After the festival, I started to feel bad that I didn't do anything special for Mr. Pearlman, who is blind, and Mrs. Macmillan, who is deaf. So today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, I decided to celebrate a week late. We played some games. Mr. Pearlman won Name That Tune, and Mrs. Macmillan won the obstacle race. The other patients enjoyed the fruit punch and cookies.

Grandmother Winsome's Tips For Better Living

Kiddies, air travel is a little dicey these days, so for your personal item, bring along a parachute. It will fit nicely under the seat in front of you. The stewardess might get a little testy if you wear it during her safety speech, but once the pilot orders her to take her seat, you should be able to strap it on without anyone bothering you.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

It was a beautiful day at the Birch Street Nursing Home, so we took the poker table outside to enjoy the weather. While we were outside, the postal carrier stopped by with a letter for Mrs. Lieberman. We were all a little nervous that Mrs. Lieberman was in trouble again when we saw the official-looking envelope. But after she opened it and read the letter, she announced that the prosecutor has decided not to appeal the jury's verdict. We were relieved, and for the rest of the afternoon, Mrs. Lieberman was all smiles, even when she lost $3.20 on a hand after Mrs. Patterson called her bluff.

Fanny Mail: Another New Fan

Kiddies, I just received a delightful email from Maureen Lambert of Toms River, New Jersey. Maureen writes: "Dear Grandmother Winsome, I had been putting off my annual checkup with the optometrist for several years, but finally went in yesterday. And I noticed that she was using a new eye chart, which spelled out the sentence 'Follow Grandmother Winsome.' I asked her about it, and she was only too pleased to tell me about Grandmother's Fanny Game. I promised her I would check it out. She didn't even charge me for the visit, provided that I dispose of some documents for her, which I've already done. Consider me a new fan."

Welcome aboard, Sweetie! I'm so glad to count you among my fans.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mrs. Lieberman was tickled when I used the judge's gavel she gave me to call the poker game to order. Each of the patients wanted a chance to bang the gavel against the poker table. No one enjoyed it more than Mr. Volkov, who said it reminded him of his youth in the Soviet Union when he spent some time in a courtroom. Mrs. Henley was surprised, asking him what he'd been arrested for. Mr. Volkov laughed and said he wasn't a defendant, but was having a summer fling with a judge.

Edward's Ice Cream Truck Adventures

It was a wonderful day at the park. I had so many customers that I ran out of four flavors of ice cream. And then in the afternoon I noticed some young children beginning to gather at the nearby baseball diamond. There didn't seem to be a coach or any other adult supervision, so I happily closed up shop and went over to help the youngsters with their batting stance and their swing. It feels good to give back to those who have given me so much.

Dating Tips From The Winsome Women

It's summertime, the time when many corporations have company picnics. This means rich, eligible men are out and about in public areas, and access to them is not difficult to get. Once you discover where such a function is being held, plan your day accordingly. Most company websites have photos of the top executives, so memorize those faces before you go. Once you spot one of those men, set up your blanket right next to his. As you begin to unpack your basket, wait until you're sure he can hear you, and then say, "Silly me, I brought a wineglass, but forgot the wine." If he's a gentleman, he'll be happy to share his wine with you. After a few glasses of wine together, you'll be well on your way to getting that important first date.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

When I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home this morning, Mrs. Lieberman was already at the poker table, all smiles. She had the stack of law books there ready for me to take back to the library. She also said she had something to thank me for my help, a little souvenir from the trial. I was surprised when she handed me the judge's gavel. Mrs. Lieberman winked at me and said she must have gotten confused on her way out of the courtroom. And to thank Mrs. Henley for being a star witness, Mrs. Lieberman threw a pizza party, and made sure to have plenty of Mrs. Henley's favorite topping, extra cheese.

An Important Message For Airline Travelers

Kiddies, you are no longer required to take off your shoes when going through the security checkpoint at the airport, but be aware that those nosy agents may still insist on poking through your bags.

Mrs. Lieberman's Trial, Day 5

Today we heard closing arguments in Mrs. Lieberman's trial. The prosecutor went first, reminding the jurors that they all saw Mrs. Lieberman take the 16th-century vase in the security footage. He also said that it was not an isolated incident, reminding them of the hats and purses, which were found at the Birch Street Nursing Home along with the stolen vase. He emphasized that it was not a case of an older woman getting confused, but a cunning woman using her advanced age to pull one over on us. He urged the jury to not let her get away with it. Mrs. Lieberman then stood up and reminded the jury of the receipts for items she bought at the museum, saying those receipts prove that she routinely pays for things. And the security footage showed that she didn't sneak into the museum. She was in the bathroom, which was perfectly understandable and something any of the jurors might have needed to do after drinking a large coffee. As for getting confused, she admitted that she sometimes does. She told the jury that they'll likely all experience it when they reach her age, and she hopes that people around them will show them a little compassion when they do.

After the closing arguments, the judge reminded the jurors of their responsibilities and sent them off to deliberate. I decided to use the time to get some lunch across the street. While I was eating my sandwich, I glanced out the window and saw the prosecutor rushing up the steps of the courthouse. I shoved the last bite in my mouth, and got back to the court room just as the judge announced that the jury had reached a decision. I was nervous, because Grandmother had told me that short jury deliberations usually meant a guilty verdict. But when the jury foreman announced the verdict, Mrs. Lieberman was found not guilty! While everyone was leaving the courthouse, I gave Mrs. Lieberman a hug and told her I would see her on Saturday.