>You absolutely live in a wonderful city, not just beautiful. I envy you
>that you have found a way to afford to live there. Seattle is also a
>wonderful city and I wonder from time to time if I could live there. I
>love where I am right now, away from the maddening crowds and all that
>city living entails. Still, there will come a time where the remoteness
>of where I live will become a liability. I hope that that day is far in
>the future, but we never know. :(
>
>I think that I mentioned that my wife and I went to look at some
>Continuing Care Retirement Communities. They are very expensive, but
>some of them eliminate the uncertainties about what level of care we
>might need. Still, they are occupied by people who can afford them and
>I wonder how we might fit in. Just not the kind of activities that I
>might enjoy, too many conservatives, etc. I vividly remember Olly who
>got stuck in an assisted living facility and who retreated into her
>WebTV. God, please don't let that happen to me!
I think I'd rather be dead than live in a place like that,
especially considering my experience with the "skilled
nursing facility" I was in for a week or two after I had
my knees done. In fact I was fantasizing just before I
got out of bed this morning of being in one of those
facilities but close enough to the ocean beyond the
Golden Gate that I could get to it with my walker. I'd
check the newspapers to see when the tide was going
to be going out, hide in the shrubbery until the gates
were open for the laundry truck to drive in, then
sneak out and head for the beach, throw off my
bathrobe and walk out into the ocean to fulfill my
"final resting place" dream of my body being washed
out to sea to be eaten by sharks and snails, so that
my body would never be found.
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
-- Alexander Pope (written at age 12)
who ironically became the most celebrated poet
of the age