Funny thing about "being alone". When I was a single mom with two kids I thought I was "alone". When they left home I knew that now I was truly alone. I worried and fretted about old age.

Then I got a little taste of it. I had knee surgery and was in bed for a couple of weeks. Well, the kids brought food and cleaned house. Friends came by and made dinner. Flowers were delivered from work. And last, but not least, the downstairs tennant checked in on me each day. I'm really not alone after all.

But, yes, ... we are working on plans for an "elders" community.    It includes a room for a live-in caretaker/nurse. We're calling it the "Last Resort".

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