Today I brought some sparklers to the Birch Street Nursing Home for the patients to play with. There are plenty of sparklers and other fireworks at Winsome Headquarters now, because Grandmother's large annual fireworks supply arrived, but without us having a maid to set them off. Grandmother never lets us light the fireworks ourselves, because they are too dangerous. Sparklers, on the other hand, are relatively safe, and I thought the patients would enjoy waving them around. However, none of the patients thought they could stay up late enough for it to get dark. Mr. Matthews suggested I take the patients one by one into the pantry, where it is pitch black when the door is closed. Instead, I closed the blinds in the activity room to make it as dark as possible, and lit the sparklers in there. Though it was early, a few of the patients fell asleep anyway, including Mrs. Henley, who dropped her sparkler in her lap. It burned a little hole in her robe, but did not wake her up. When I tossed a cup of water on her, she mistook me for her childhood friend Betty, saying, "Betty you stop that this instant, it's time for bed."
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