I brought Mr. P. J. something from the store and fully expected him to be in his room when I arrived at the retirement home today. He's 95. Instead, I find him anxiously pacing in the common area on the third floor where he had apparently been for sometime after breakfast. Normally he is happy to see me but this morning he was anxious for me to go away. So I asked him, "whatcha doin Mr P. J?" He says quietly " I'm waiting for someone." "Yeah, who are you waiting on?" All the while he's making sure that there's no need for him to leave the spot he was in, he answers "a Honey"! 🤣🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️ You go Mr P. J.!!!!
