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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Beard Trim in Dementiaville?

Romeo says that the nursing staff is ganging up on him. They're trying to get him to have his beard trimmed. Two of his nurses have approached me about making an appointment for him at the nursing home beauty salon/barber shop to have his beard trimmed. One of his nurses actually made an appointment for Romeo, and he wouldn't go when the time came.

This is pretty funny to me, all these women trying to talk Romeo into a beard trim. Yes, his beard is a bit scraggly right now. Yes, he could do with a trim. Yes, it's been a lot worse. Yes, he realizes that his beard is a bit scraggly right now. Yes, he realizes he could do with a trim. No, he will not go to have it trimmed. And why not?

"I'll go," Romeo says with a grin, "when they stop hounding me about it."

A little stubborn? A little mischievous?

No. Just independent...still.

Love it! You go, Romeo!!!

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