I acquired Donald in the spring of 1993. I broke my arm, and was, slowly but surely being buried under my trash, which I could not take out. He needed a place to live. His wife had kicked him out. He was out of work. So, in lieu of rent, he took out my trash and cleaned my kitchen to within an inch of it's life every few weeks. Look around. There may be someone who needs a little, or a lot, of help around the house, and would trade a room for cleaning and other assistance.