Jim and I have been referring to our new CCRC (Continuing Care Retirement Community) quarters as the country-club dorm. Posh-ish, comfortable, many "amenities" -- but most important, all sorts of graduated levels of assistance which will be required as dementia impinges further on Jim's brain. Which, frankly, is the reason we're here; well, that plus weekly housekeeping and a/c. Yeehaw.
But, lordy lordy, we're living in the midst of a very caring village which is almost more than we can withstand. Only 37 apartments here, and 47 residents, also two birds, two dogs and one cat (Sparky!). The friendship on offer is as genuine as it is aggressive and just this side of intrusive. Jim and I have often treasured our anonymity but goodbye to all that now. Don't I sound cranky? I know, soon I will be the house curmudgeon. One can only hope.
Jim is playing chess this afternoon at Avenidas, just six blocks from our new digs so he walks. I am fond of these twice or thrice weekly respites of having the apartment to myself, more or less. Sparky and I go wild. Woohoo!
http://www.avenidas.org
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