She says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia. I know underestimating her self-awareness would be a mistake and I know she's witty enough to make you look like a fool. Oh and don't overdo it with the mustard, her son always did and she doesn't like it.
It breaks my heart to think of her in this situation; abandoned in unfamiliar surroundings, delivered by ambulance rather than family, but she is not destitute. After all, this is Harvest Homes.