Welp, I never did make it over to The Terraces (formerly Orangewood Retirement “Community”). Just as well, I suppose.
Seriously: I do NOT want to live in an institutional environment. And especially not an institution designed to warehouse the elderly until they die.
Given what those places cost, y’know… I could borrow against the paid-off value of the Funny Farm and collect enough to hire someone to come in and care for me — for as long as I’m likely to go on living.
Which ain’t all that long. 😀 One would hope not, anyway.
Actually — as I mentioned in passing yesterday — longevity was a tradition in my mother’s family. Seriously: most of those people lived into their 80s and 90s. A few lived well into their 90s. And they were nut-case Christian Scientists: nary a drop of medication nor a preventive shot blemished their lives.
The exception was my mother: she smoked herself to death. NOT a pretty way to go, by the way…
Some of the relatives on my father’s side lived seemingly forever, too — most notably, his brother. My father smoked, though not heavily…but he was submerged in the stinking smoke from my mother’s obsessive habit, and so over the long run no doubt was harmed, from that. But despite that and the misery he suffered in his late-life marriage to the Dragon Lady, he still lived well into his 80s.
Oh, well: neither here nor there.
In the Here and Now, what I’d most like is to be able to hang onto the Funny Farm, keeping it debt-free until it can be passed along to M’hijito. Then he could move into a very nice, very economical house, essentially at no cost to him. Or he could sell it and invest the proceeds toward his retirement. Either way: just now it’s an asset I want him to have.
Ohhh well… Also in the Here and Now, I can’t hold my eyes open another minute. And so, it’s off to Naptime!