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Life, or something like it. I find myself back in the world of happy. Or something like it. I’m reading again, less anal retentive and more open to accepting when things don’t go as planned. I mean within reason right? How do you feel about retirement communities? My grandfather was forcibly placed in one. It defeats me. I mean, once you hit a certain age, and your physical and mental state have deteriorated, it becomes easier on you to make that choice to move into one, but what happens when doctors make that decision for you? They tell you that you have dementia, and Alzheimer’s. And lock you in a ward where you have to sit in a common room with people who don’t know their names, and hum loudly while rocking. All he wants is to be able to putter like he used to… I can’t bring myself to visit. The place creeps me out, and depresses me. What would I say to him? Love it here? How’s the food? Make any CRAZY new friends? Sigh. Weakerthans tonight. Psycho Mom every night. Baby, baby, baby soon. <3 - |
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