"January 6, 2002: Greta called in p.m. Mary came early and changed dressing. Nancy came at noon. We had dinner and then she vacuumed while I showered. We played some Rummikub.
January 7, 2002: Fire alarm rang this morning -- down the steps again. Some clothes in the dryer had caught fire -- a lot of smoke. When the smoke alarm goes off it automatically sets the bell ringing, calls 9-1-1 and shuts off the elevators. I took the band-aid off my face -- it had healed nicely. I called Arlene R. in p.m."
Maybe this was the firemen assist trip down the stairs. Not that it matters one way or the other. I notice Grandma was writing something every day; she wasn't doing that in the last journal. I wonder why. Maybe with everything all scaled down she was more organized. Maybe by the time I am nearly 90, I will be organized, too. It's a goal I am going to shoot for.
For no particular reason, here is Grandma Anna and I on my confirmation day. I loved that dress. Also love the Dorothy Hamill haircut! (And you, too, Grandma Anna . . . )
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