Don and I become more and more aware that we are in fact aging. TG we are aging in place. Any willingness I had to someday go to a nursing home was shot to pieces when COVID hit. I had a friend who died from the absolute loneliness….no communal meals; no outings; no visitors. Each phone call showed her to be sadder. It broke my heart. After four months she was dead. Depression will do that to a person, at least an elderly one. And look what happened to nursing home residents in every state: COVID ran rampant; they died, they died, they died. I’ll stay home, thank you very much.
Our home is in a senior community, or 55+, as it’s called. The houses are easy to get around in; the right kind of light switches and door handles; you know, those little things that make it easy for stiff fingers to manage, and although many of us have finished lower levels, the main floor is a complete house. Stairs if you want to, but not necessary for all the components of a normal life.
We have a clubhouse with many activities to keep us busy and sociable. I only play bridge, but some weeks that’s three days occupied! I’m mulling over joining the book club.
Don has a poker group here twice a month. It’s just some guys in the neighborhood, so they can all walk over. How convenient is that?
The climate in Virginia is perfect for seniors; not as hot and rainy as Florida…and none of that super-cold winter of Michigan. There are only a couple of months when we can’t sit on the porch. And that’s another nice thing: we have front porches. How pleasant to sit out there in the evening and chat with the people walking by!
So it looks to me like we are in a good place to age out….slowly and carefully, but in our own home. I like the thought of it!
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