So this guy is trying to get me to move into an old-folks’ home called The Beatitudes.
Right? I do NOT want to live in any such place: hated living in the college dorms, and do not want to end my life on that note.
What does he do? He emails my son with “Do you have availability on Thursday October 8th at 10:30?” Nary a word to me. The assumption being that as a doddering old bat, of course I have NOTHING else to do next Thursday.
And right there: that presumptiveness. THAT is why I do not want to live in one of those places.