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mean when I've been whinging to you about this place I get so bored & frustrated I no longer want to do the things that I once filled my time with I have lost all my "Get up & Go," have no energy or inclination to move far.
"Old Age" has really got to me The other residents all seem so old — even to me. They too are content to watch TV, eat & sleep & whinge I find it all so depressing
We really are "Waiting for God," never mind all the cliches its just HOW & WHEN We had 2 deaths this last week, one quick & painless and one in Hospital. I don't mean to be melodramatic or mournful but I think how lucky they are no more pain or thoughts to sadden & worry about