This morning I discovered that someone stole a pair of shoes that I use every day.
I wouldn’t have put them “away” someplace where I couldn’t find them, because they have a standard “away” place in the closet. I would have put them in that place. If I carelessly left them out, they’d be sitting by the bed.
So presumably one of the hired help snabbed them.
Experience suggests that these “care givers” pull little stunts like this — stealing your shoes, spiking a dish of leftovers with ultra-hot chili — because they think it’s funny. Or maybe they think they’re getting back at you for some senile offense they imagine you did on purpose.
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It’s bad enough to contemplate having to move into an institution for the last phase of your life. But dear God! If this is how those folks behave in order to keep their wards under control, it will turn the last few months — or, God forfend, years — of one’s life into a living Hell.
If you can call that living.
I’m thinking it may be time to end things before they reach that point.