Dad seems to be settled in. He gets very good care. There are many activities and tons of food. They provide way more food than what we check on the weekly menus. For most feedings he needs help, but he will fork some and pick up a glass. I commented that he ate more for dinner (lunch at 1pm is the largest meal) than I could in a week. He said it was easy, "start at the bottom and work your way up." He always has something going on in his head to worry over. The car needs gas, the snowmobiles need service, he lost his jack-knife and needs a new one to peel potatoes. A cute helper left our table and he asked if I had hired her. I said, "no, but I would if given the choice." He said, "you haven't lost all your taste then." He needs two to help move around. They often walk him some, but he gave up the regular morning physical therapy. He calls us by name coming and going, but mostly talks what seems balony to me. But he is friendly and not complaining and certainly way beyond our home care.