Does someone know my age? I am also getting a lot of ads for ‘Roll in and walk in tubs for the aged.’
Then there are the mobility guys: “Get your freedom with a powerful 3 wheel scooter”
My mind goes back to a wonderful journal-er and blogger who filed under “Dribbles by Chuck”(I hope I remember right). He always said,, “Filed from Assisted Living” (Translate that the old folks home).
(a very small portion of the villages)
His entries were always up beat, I remember one entry he was teaching the ‘girls’ to drive their scooters and they took a trip to the local Ice cream parlor.
(From Brownville, the latest completed village, two more under way NOW)
Sadly one evening after missing him for awhile his daughter made an entry on his Journal, “Chuck has left the Building”, and explained some of his life and his demise. I missed him.
Let me clarify something, I am not making fun, but I know I am at that age. A fall, a mis-step, allowing the car to wander, being distracted at the wrong ‘second’, can end my trip here on earth or place me on a scooter or worse, in a bed for my remaining days.
I DO NOT dwell on the above, but I still have enough mental facilities to know the possibilities.
In the Villages folks can live with only a golf cart to get around, golf, Dr, Hospital, shop, relax there are golf cart roads everywhere. free golf for life. A golfer can play 36 holes a day for 15 days and never play the same hole. there are 10,000 T times per day.
Son Mark passed this way for a day and night. The TV got a 24 hour work out (it still works), before leaving he took us a ride in his latest wheels a $1000 ‘90 Mazda. He chose to head for the Village of Sumpter Landing. We ended up at a StarBucks, I asked was Jack Jr. meeting us here, they laughed, because Starbucks is now his second home. Sumpter Landing is one of the many Villages in ‘The Villages’, the fastest growing city in the USA.
There are three town squares with live music every evening and dancing on the square. I was taken aback by the ‘elderly’ ladies in 6” spike heels, and out dancing. WOW. I thought: 6” Spikes takes a lot of nerve at 78-85 years of age. But the old folk were having a good time, most in street shoes. We finished our coffee and walked down beside the lake to view many turtles of the 50-150 pound variety along with schools of fish. It was a nice evening out.
Sherry and I never learned to dance, I still hope one day we will learn.
Pictures are from the Villages