Lotus Seafood Palace and Oregon Cars

I've been here in Florence for nearly a week and it wasn't until the day of hospital discharge did I finally take a photo of the plaquard guarding the entry to Mom's Room Number Twelve.  The Lotus owners had donated money to the construction of the hospital and my mother's room was named after Lotus.  The Lotus was a quite good, big, almost banquet style Chinese Restaurant that sat on the riverfront on our mighty Siuslaw from the late eighties to early two thousands.  Tony and Ivy built an enormous house further up the river that I used to admire as I ran up Rhododendron towards my parents home.  Tony and Ivy closed the restaurant and left town years ago.  Mom, in classic form, sort of grunted and rolled her eyes when I alerted her to the fact that she was in the Lotus Room.  This is a topic worthy of a single post, given my audience.  Given time, I might go by the old building (still up for auction) and get a shot of the Lotus itself.

Chinese Food, Drinks, Dancing, all at the Lotus

And then on to Mom's newest residence. I pulled up for a visit and tour before her arrival and was satisfied that this is the best place for her right now.  In fact, I must comment on the parking lot!  Oregon cars.  We love bumper stickers, so here we have three cars in a row sporting some sort of decal messaging. Most likely belonging to the employees of the Nursing Home.

Raider Nation

parent of soldier...etc. etc..



"Women Make Good Leaders, You're Following One" & "I Ran Into My Ex....So I Backed up and Hit Him Again"



"nonegenarian for peace"








  On to the fancy Assisted Living Home in town.  It's right across the street from the hospital and around the corner from Greentrees. No brainer, right?  Not so simple, but we're working on it, ever so slowly.  Peter says I should put ultimatums forth. Do as I say or I'm outta here.  Easy for him to say, he's a man, obviously.

But I was on a roll, touring the homes in town.  So after one facility I hauled it over to the other for another investigative trip.  Here, in the parking lot, another sight to behold, a great banana colored car. 

Back in the seventies when I hung out here, everybody drove cars like this one. 



Bonneville. Yeah, Baby.





I profess to miss the old Florence, and I do, most of the time, but then again, back then

we didn't have a terrific senior services, providing Florence award winning quality of life for seniors, year after year.  So these modern developments are good for my family. 



 Sadly, the construction of this fancy schmancy residence involved massive deforestation, clearing of wild rhododendrons, sea pines, and salal shrubs.  Moved sand and bear and other habitat. 



Old Florence.