The nursing home of your mother-in-la is indeed very posh, with all th equipment and accessoires you mention. And I wish your mother-in-law nothing less than such good care. The one I'm working in (my second job aside from the dishwasher job in the restaurant) is not a bad one – people are fed, cleaned, taken care of medically, etc. – but entertainment and leisure activities are the relatives' business. And when I walk the fllor, pushing my trolley carts with dirty laundry and garbage, I meet a lot of old folks. The most pressing problem for most of them: Thre is simply nothing to do, no entertainment, nothing but their own demons. It's more obvious on the demnetia floor. Here you can hear old women (it's pretty much always old women) montonously scream. Feels to me like all the screams that couldn't be mouthed and tears that couldn't be shed when these women were four or five years old children, when everything was forced down their throats to be kept in silence, is now, at old age and no barrier of self-control, breaking out. So what I hear are not necessarily present day screams, hardships of today, what I hear are the screams of 80 years ago, only now coming up for air. Then, on the other floors, old women are tearing up, wailing, nursing staff rushing to get by in oder not to get involved. But even without such hardship, the boredom drives the people mental. And so they sit there, fed and apathetic, not even interested in the TV anymore. So, yes, it''s all nice in the nursing home, it could be far worse, but the people know. They will bore themselves to death. But apart form all these things: There are worse ways to spend one's last years. I'm looking forward to spend my last round in one of the nursing homes. The food isn''t that bad.