I almost posted the same question 
Hmm, hunting season, plus additional huge family gathering. If I were Beck, I might just stay put until the week is over. Going home will stress her out.
Insurance may provide a home health aide.
Ivy 2.0 
Well, if Beck goes home, I wouldn’t suppose Ivy is gonna hang around in the empty room. So, I guess, they both are.
That’s what she said!
Hi, guys. I’m better and doing good.
Since Mr. Fish-breath told my tales and probably made some side cash from the Enquire Magazine I thought I had better post.
Yes, Ivy is my private CNA. She makes more money than a RN off Mr. Wrekker. He don’t mind shelling out the big bucks to keep me alive.
Next week my sister her dog and 2 older daughters plus kids will be at my house.
My middle Daughters ex is coming to help cook and he’ll take the boys somewhere for a day or 2.
Not sure about my brothers. My 2 sisters in LR are going to travel with their church group to tour the Holy Land.
I’ll be stuck in the ghost room with Ivy. She’s gonna freak out with all the noise and chaos. And my cats. She thinks they’ll come down and suck her breath out in the night. She cuckoo
I told her the Siamese hate me and the other cats are always moving away from feet. They won’t even notice she’s there.
My youngest brother is single again Ivy will fall in love with him. Everybody does.
She’ll abandon me for love and fear of cats sucking air out. I’ll be all alone again.
Actually she called my PA to come over and give me an injection. My hips were hurting from rehab. So she was on my last nerve today.
I was stoned seeing tie-dye circles, after the shot, and now I’m awake again with nothing to do. My ankles are restrained. I know she did it after I zoned out. I missed my snack and I’m starving. I’m gonna throw something at her head if she doesn’t wake up and get my yogurt.
It’s good to have you checking in, Beck! hugs
{{{Beck}}}
For Ivy, if she is reading this: Thank you for taking such good care of our friend
You’re dragging Ivy home???
First it was That Dog, then That Possum, then That Disgusting Cat(s), now Ivy???
I hope you don’t come across any homeless people between rehab and home. You’ll likely adopt them too!
Mr. Fish, don’t harsh on my daydream of taking care of every stray I come across.
BTW,
Are your accommodations satisfactory?
Double post
Double to love. Great to see you posting!
Hi Beck!
What have you been up to?
What the heck are they giving you?!
I’m glad you’re getting out of there. I hate those places.
Hmm indeed, Gato
Beck, I am glad Ivy is there with you. I hope you have given her permission to box the ears of your family members if they start making too much noise when you are sleeping, or interrupting your peace and quiet when you want peace and quiet. May the cats and Bayliss keep you company and may you not have to eat anybody’s terrible casseroles
Many thanks to Ivy and to Gato for your help with our friend.
And Beck, I have a bunch of that dill mustard. PM me your address if you want to try it.
Well, I carpeted by backyard.
Hey, Beck is back!
So…those tie-dye circles…were they on a shirt? Was the shirt on Jerry Garcia? Did he appeareth onto you with a message, such as, “I will get by/I will survive”? And most important: is he moving into the Ghost Room?
Speaking of strays, so middle daughter broke up with what’s-his-noodle, but he’s still coming over to cook?
I’m glad Ivy is going to the Wrekker Ranch to see to it you get a modicum of care. No offense to Mr. Wrekk, but he strikes me as the kind of person who’d stand up to a wildcat but panic if he had to fetch a Kleenex. Ivy, of course, will become a permanent fixture, just like everyone else who wanders into your orbit.
Stock up on quiet while you have the chance, Beck. And thanks for posting again!
Great to see you back, Beck!
I can picture you out there with the dogs and the fire pit. It’s getting a little cold though. Wear a coat!
I don’t do nuthin’. 
But I am a fall risk. So when PA Pat gave me a ketamine(?) Injection she waited til I was zoned she restrained my ankles.
I don’t take any opiates that I know of. Which could be incorrect. IDK
I was starving before dinner came. I told Ivy and she laughed at got me a protein shake.
Now…the reason I was starving is because Mr. Fish made a picture of what he cooked himself. A, listen to this: a bacon Taco. I think he may have invented the thing.
So Ivy and him were responsible for my ire and starvation. I told Ivy as soon as I caught her unaware I was giving her a true beat down. But she just laughed more.
She was on my last nerve. Again.
Seriously I love her to death. And would never hurt her on purpose .
And cats be damned she is my Helper from now on.
I finally got fed and got alright.
Fire pit is gone. But I built an… oh I don’t know? An Atrium? Sun Room? Don’t know, but it has a wood-stove. Burning as I type this.