Saturday, June 8, 2024

DIY Old Folks Home

 I am gradually making my own Old Folks Home. I have no intention, since I am not "sick" of going into one of those places called "homes". They are not homes, they are very nice prisons but ones of one's own choosing. Their cost is enormous and the life style while great for those who truly need it, is devastating for those who don't. None of today's elders listen to their kids or others who persist in recommending the life in "homes". They haven't lived there. To be told that life will be a lot easier and that you don't have to worry about all of the things that bother you if you live on your own? Nonsense. Elders are not inhuman helpless people who need to be babied and cooed at. We are still human; and forget the age number if you are one of those who use it as an excuse to put an elder somewhere where YOU don't have to worry about them. Your worry is yours, not theirs. In a "home", every day and every hour is not one that you plan. regardless of what you are told. You eat on the hour, recreate on the hour and have your care all scheduled. It is not done out of cruelty, it's done because "homes" are a business and business costs money to run. As part of it, the receiving end, you have to fit into the schedule so that the business runs smoothly. If it fits for you, fine. I want to be in my own home and I am prepping it. I keep canes, a walker, a wheelchair, grabbers and light meds for pain, comfortable elders' furniture around. It is all my own choice of style, use, colour and placement. I cook from scratch, I buy online almost everything I need because I chose not to have the expense of a car. I use a taxi for transportation when an appointment comes up or I want to visit someone not in my area. I am not amubulatory friendly and I will not be talked into exercise classes when I can do that on my own. I have friends and social life when I choose it. I am about as happy as I have ever been in my life. I am still human though facing my nineties, and enjoy conversation that treats me respectfully so. My family does,  and I love them for it. 

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