That’s what I feel like right now, a vagabond.  A person who wanders from place to place without a home or job.  There was a big misunderstanding, I was to go to skilled nursing, today, they had a bed.  Wow, what a day, thinking all day about having courage to go through this gracefully.  No, it didn’t work, there was no bed, and they thought I was coming in for a tour.  In a strange way I was relieved!  I know that I need more care, I can certainly feel it.   I am living at my son’s house, with his 8 month pregnant wife and two younger sons.  A young ordinary family, in an ordinary house.  But ordinary houses are not set up for a disabled person.  Also a young family need to be alone and grandma also needs her space, what to do?  I didn’t feel good about going to skilled nursing but at this point I had no choice.  Not a good option for anyone, in fact, no option!  When I look at the opulence of the very rich ruling this country, the struggles of ordinary people and a Healthcare system that is failing, well what can I say except, Revolution, in a peaceful way.

Satnam