Help Nana Get Home Please

 Around here, there are what some call Wanderers; I simply call them Zombies.  After I watched one elderly woman. Bump into my side table over and over again. After dumping my container of art pens and pencils on the floor, but acted like nothing happened. Just bump, bump, bump against the table while seemingly sound asleep. Not only one visitor came into our room that night.  There were two more. One is in a wheelchair and another a walker.  The wheelchair lady was rolling around, eating toothpaste. The walker seems intrigued by a picture of my grandchildren.  Such is life here in the nursing home, late at night. I would be sitting in the dark, but I keep the television on to drown out the screams from women having nightmares and men dreaming about their past childhood adventures.  But the late-night talk shows drown them out.  Sadly, I do expect that the only thing that calms me at night is.  It could also be the exact cause of all the zombie gu...

 Still here in the Nursing/Rehab center.  I woke up to three different Zombies in my room last night. Since this is a non-restraining unit, the zombies walk into other rooms, stealing belongings all the time. One my 'grandchildren's photos has been missing for weeks.  I don't care if they are eight or eighty-eight, come in my room, you will be playing the game of "fool around and find out". Things on bedside tables tend to disappear.  One morning, my phone and glasses were gone. A CNA found them in a room 7 doors down from mine, a Zombie, must have taken both together.      While I am grateful not to be sleeping under a pile of cardboard. But the Zombies here are out of control. I am still waiting and working on my GoFundMe to build a small home or pole barn.  The biggest issue I am facing is that the code o rdinances regarding property sizes, particularly concerning minimum lot sizes and building footprints, are commonly used in zoning regulation...