Birthdays and foster care

Today is my birthday and besides having a lovely lunch out with my good friend, Debra, I spent the afternoon with Jon looking at a possible foster care facility. We took Leola with us which, although confusing for her, was informative for us. This place was beautiful with gardens, multiple outdoor areas to sit, fresh foods from the garden, even chickens for meat and fresh eggs. We have been told that all the best adult foster care places are run by Romanians and this was no exception. It was impeccable. The down side was it's location - a 40 minute drive from our house and the small room. It is the only room available and because it's small, the price was right for such a nice place. It wasn't even really a bedroom, but a former mud room with no window except on the exterior door (another negative). It had a tiny closet, no carpet and room for only a single bed next to the wall and a dresser. I don't think it will work. Leola kept saying it was great except that she has a husband and what would happen when he came home from the army. Her other repetitive question was about - you guessed it - a car. Can I have my car here? It was a long drive home.