I feel equally horrible about the idea of her starving to death
What's upsetting about that to me is, clearly, there are kinder ways for her life to end, probably many of which are easily available in her nursing home.
No, it's actually a very peaceful, painless way to go when you're that far gone already. My mother had no food (or feeding tube) for about her last three weeks, and no IV fluids her last week of life once she came home. The body gradually just shuts down, but it's not at all the kind of tortuous experience that it would be for a healthy person.
Drill: $20
Drill bits: $5
Peephole door viewer: $10 to $40+, depending.
Peace of mind: Priceless
I have small windows on each side of the door. Which means I have an excellent view of whomever is knocking. But that also means they know I'm there, too. It's kind of a pain in the ass.
I still don't get that, unless I recognize your T-shirt.
Signed: Peepholes only Show Me Torsos, of Phoenix.
I have no peephole or convenient window. If someone knocks that I'm not expecting, I'll call, "who is it?" If there's no answer, I don't open. If it's someone who sounds uncertain but plausible, I have my hand on a sword when I open the door. Said sword is out of sight just case the person on the other side has some sort of authority. I think the cops know Hubby's home most days, so when they want to know what's going on in the neighborhood they ask him. Amazing how many times a cop has shown up a couple of days after someone in the building decides to move.
And it's amazing how uncertain a young cop who grew up in this terribly trusting town can sound when challenged by a firm, suspicious voice through the door.
I am home.
They called a snow day at work a little over 2 hours after I got there.
Interstate closing, lots of places closing. Some places south of us may get 22 inches.
Sigh.
I wanted to work.
Susan, you should install a peephole too.
t /door nannying
He lived with us for two months. Very sweet guy, came in the lock-up on*crazy* Thompsonesque cocktail of drugs.
Now there's a fun roomie....
Okay, I am now madly in love with Cash's new tag.
I have small windows on each side of the door. Which means I have an excellent view of whomever is knocking. But that also means they know I'm there, too. It's kind of a pain in the ass.
This is us. Our whole front room is almost all windows including the door. Right now I have the shades drawn because of the construction workers, but it's really irritating to be enjoying a nice day and have some solicitor come by and not be able to hide (Note to adorable little Boy Scout: This does not mean you. You are a cutie head who can come by anytime to sell me tickets to some spaghetti dinner I will never go to, because you are just so cute with your staring at the sky and badly rehearsed sales pitch.)
If you have a window, why do you need a peephole?
So then they were excited in a manner that was full of prayer, which makes as much sense as they were excited in a manner that was full of poetry.
Maybe it doesn't make sense to you. It's awkward wording, yes. But it makes perfect sense to me.
