I just want to tell one story about my Grandma Rose. She was in a nursing home in her later years, and I believe she mostly liked it there even though she did complain about a man who threw her into the bed.
One time my mother, my aunts and I went to visit Grandma. We were all sitting around a table in the big lunchroom trying to have a conversation. At that time Grandma wasn't into conversing much.
After a couple of minutes during which nothing was being said, my Grandma looked around and said, "I haven't had this much fun since the pigs ate my baby brother."
Well, being the analytical person that I am, I started thinking. Did Grandma really have a little brother I never heard about and who got eaten by pigs? For all I knew pigs really might eat a small person. Or was Grandma saying she was pretty bored since nobody was saying anything? Or was she saying she wasn't very bored and that the present company and moment were pretty exciting and just under the excitement of having the pigs eating her brother? Or maybe we all reminded her of her baby brother and needed to be eaten by pigs. I don't know the truth of it. However, it was a very interesting statement and I have used it several times in the past years.