We're moving into Homewoods on the Willamette, a not for profit retirement community on the river, not far from our present apartment. Since Harriet's cardiac arrest over five years ago, I have been chief cook and bottle washer and, well, I'm burned out. We're ready to get our meals, laundry and cleaning done, and so on.
After the move, I think I will put this blog to rest. It has been pretty inactive in recent months. However, maybe, or maybe not, I will start another that addresses the issues of old age and, well, dying. Maybe it should be called Meeting the Maker.
Mainly I want to have as little responsibility as possible and to spend many, many, many hours staring at the river.
After the move, I think I will put this blog to rest. It has been pretty inactive in recent months. However, maybe, or maybe not, I will start another that addresses the issues of old age and, well, dying. Maybe it should be called Meeting the Maker.
Mainly I want to have as little responsibility as possible and to spend many, many, many hours staring at the river.
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