May 28th 1993
Dad has fallen again. He was found by one of his friends on his bathroom floor. Before, Dad had been able to pick himself up or at least get to the phone. In fear that he can no longer live alone, I called Frasier to my café' regular to discuss this and Frasier insisted that Dad come live with him. Why, he was so excited about Dad moving in that he wanted to run right out to help Dad move. Well, that's the way I recall it.
Maris bought a new floor scale the other day. She is most displeased with it. It is most unusual. It seems that the digital counter won't begin to display unless there is an initial weight of 75 pounds or more. Thus, I must stand on the scale to activate it before she can use it. She tried to activate it herself once by holding a sack of flour our maid, Marta, gave her, but the poor thing couldn't muster the strength to hold it long enough for the activation.
I helped Dad move into Frasier's apartment. Frasier found himself a nice place on the 19th floor on the counter-balance of Queen Ann Hill at a place called Elliot Bay Towers. Beside the fact that he decorated by himself without even a subtle quest for my opinion, the place looks quite pleasing. The view is incredible. Dad was so excited to be there, he quickly comforted himself on Frasier's Coco Chanel couch and began complimenting Frasier's décor. Well… that's how I recall it.