A trip to Clermont Ave

I joined this club called Servesoc.
A trip was made to the nearby old folks home.
It was an interesting one.

After sanitizing our hands, we went up.
There were so many rooms, some dreary looking, some touched up with pink hues.
There was a nurse's station nearby with four blue uniformed staff.

The weather was gloomy with a grey overcast.
Everyone felt like dozing off in their chairs or beds. Even the volunteers.
There were four goldies in the lounge room.

Elaine and I talked to one lady who's tongue muscles were not as agile any more.
Expressing herself was quite a task. We could not understand her even though she tried talking.
We tried looking at her eyes to gauge her reaction when we posed a question to her.
She was tearing up most of the time and well, I realised I needed to polish my understanding skills a bit more to comprehend her. I need to have sharper sensitivity to slight nods and the batter of people's eyelashes to understand them. Observation skills in development.

I also talked to an interesting lady named Florence who has worked as a clerk all her life.
Until she had to retire, that is.
With three cases of broken hips, I'd say that she's a pretty tough cookie.
Seven months of being not able to walk is pretty depressing.
We talked about the weather (how the farmers need rain for the crops to survive), my studies, my family. About how breakfast was her favourite meal of the day because they had scrambled eggs, baked beans on toast etc. I hope that she will be able to walk with her wheels someday soon. Maybe next time, when I see her.

There was a nonchalant looking lady name Brenda.
She's cute. Her teeth were gone and she reminded me a little of the granny from Tweety Bird.
She's been in the home for years and did not want to talk about her family. She told me to stop talking then.
So I talked to her about how I have been procrastinating my homework. She seemed amused by this.
Apparently, 3.30 pm is too early for tea time.
She likes Elvis Presley and so, I told her that I'd learn a song of his for her. Love me tender, perhaps?
She told me about the piano upstairs. I was informed that the folks like performers. :)
She was annoyed with the staff and probably a little, with life itself.
She was feeling warm under her stained blue fleece blanket.

I gave them hugs when I left. Just cause, I figured that they would like hugs loads? I guess it was a habitual sort of thing too. I should converse with the goldie who has lots of soft toys next. :)

I liked doing what I did today. Not forgetting the salsa moves I learned from Claudia who's really amazing at dancing as well as the singing session with my neighbour :D So I have been told that I can sing.