About a month ago dad called me from his room in the Nursing Home, in the evening when his sundowners kicks in the most. He wanted me to know that he got a job. Milking cows he said, down south. He said he needed to get a job to get out of "this dump". Then he said that he couldn't take the job because his new wheelchair couldn't take him that far.
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