Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

My new experiment continued at the Birch Street Nursing Home today, as I attempt to answer once and for all whether breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Each Saturday for the duration of the experiment, I'm withholding breakfast from half the patients. And then I see how not starting the day with the meal affects their poker play. The first two weeks showed a significant difference between the fed group and the unfed group, and that trend continued today. However, I could not count some of the hands toward my data, because members of the unfed group got so frustrated sometimes that they threw their cards on the floor, and those hands weren't finished. I'll be curious to see how they do next Saturday when the experiment continues.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Is breakfast the most important meal of the day? My new experiment at the Birch Street Nursing Home is designed to answer this important question. Each Saturday for the duration of the experiment, I'm withholding breakfast from half the patients. And then I see how not starting the day with the meal affects their poker play. Last week, the unfed group won only twenty percent of the hands, and one of the players from that group took bites out of two of the cards. On Monday, I bought a new deck of playing cards, and used the laminating machine at school to protect each of the cards just in case Mrs. Henley tries to take a bite out of another one. And I'm glad I did, because more than once I saw her putting a card in her mouth. The data today backs up what I observed last week, that breakfast is important. The unfed group did even worse this week, winning only sixteen percent of the hands. I also noticed that the unfed group was more likely to complain about getting bad cards. The experiment will continue next Saturday.

Fanny Mail: A Fan Scores In Edmonton

Kiddies, I am catching up on some email that I received in the past week, including a message from Tristan Brown, a fan in Edmonton, Alberta. Tristan writes: "Dear Grandmother Winsome, what a game last night! I hadn't been to a hockey game since I was a kid. But after I read your legal tip on a good way of getting rid of a hat that might have been visible on security cameras, I bought a ticket and went to the arena. As luck would have it, one of the stars of the home team scored a hat trick. Hundreds of hats went flying onto the ice, including the one I used at a job a week ago. Thank you for that wonderful tip and for rekindling my interest in hockey. I had a blast!"

Wonderful, Sweetie! I actually was watching that game, and it tickles me to know that one of the hats I saw flying from the seats was yours. Enjoy the rest of the series.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

All week at school I thought about the plan for my next experiment, and this morning after talking with Mrs. Lieberman I decided to move ahead with it. I had to run the idea by her since the experiment would possibly affect the outcome of the poker games. So today only half the patients at the Birch Street Nursing Home, chosen mostly at random, received breakfast. With the promise that she'd be one of the patients to get breakfast, Mrs. Lieberman agreed to help make sure each of the patients started the day with the same amount of cash. Seeing which group has more money at the end of the day is one way of indicating how those players are performing. The data from this first day of the experiment seems to suggest that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, because the group without breakfast won only twenty percent of the hands. I have to remember to buy a new deck of cards before next Saturday because Mrs. Henley took bites out of the two of hearts and the ten of clubs.

Edward's Ice Cream Truck Adventures

I took the ice cream truck on the road early this year because I read that the cicadas are out in full force in certain states. Right now I am in South Carolina, and you wouldn't believe the noise these insects make. You couldn't hear even a dozen children screaming over this racket. It was certainly worth the trip. Next stop: Georgia.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Things continue to be good with both Mrs. Patterson and Mr. Tanaka, the subjects of my last two experiments. Now I'm toying with an idea for my next experiment at the Birch Street Nursing Home. They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. But is it? One idea I have is to withhold breakfast from half the patients each Saturday and see how it affects their poker game. If the old saying is correct, then they will make more mistakes than the group that gets breakfast. Before committing to this plan, I'll think more about it at school next week.

Grandmother Winsome's Legal Advice

Kiddies, wearing a hat will help obscure your features and keep hairs from being left at the scene. But because of possible security cameras, you'll want to get rid of that hat. One way to dispose of the hat is to go to a hockey game, and when the star player scores his third goal, throw it onto the ice where it will get mixed up with hundreds of other hats thrown by fans in celebration of the hat trick.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

I conducted two successful experiments recently at the Birch Street Nursing Home, and today decided to take a break and focus on poker. The patients were happy to have me at the poker table for the entire day this time, especially Mrs. Henley, who outplayed me on a high-stakes hand near the end of the afternoon. I had gone all in on three queens, but Mrs. Henley had a full house. Even though I lost my earnings for the day, I had a wonderful time.

Spread The Word

Help spread the word, Kiddies! If you work as an astronaut, put an "I'm following Grandmother Winsome" bumper sticker on your space ship, and leave a few behind on the next planet you visit for anyone else who might come along.

And for any fan who has run out of bumper stickers, I just found a box of them here at Winsome Headquarters. Drop me a line with your address and the number you need.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

My treatment worked! According to the data collection forms Mrs. Henley handed me this morning at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mr. Tanaka has stopped scratching that irritated spot under his chin. I did notice, however, that the skin there is now a different color from the rest of his neck, so I offered to even it out for him by using my machine again. But he said he liked it as it is.