
Originally Posted by
kygorski
Two months and a couple of days, and I'll be 80[maybe]. I've been living alone for 7 months now, and enjoying it as much as I can.Just me and my dawg.Guess that's about to end. I didn't realize how much my kids worried about me, till two days ago. that's the last thing I wanted was to put them in that position.I missed a phone call, and the "worry machine" started.I can't blame them, years ago when my mom developed alziemers, and my brother wanted to put her in a nursing home, I stepped in. My wife and I kidnapped her from nortern wisconson, and moved her to KY. We bought her a brand new 2 bedroom mobile home, unlimited satelite TV, and her private phone line. She lived about 90 feet from us.but eventually she said it was time to go to a nursing home. She died a month later. yeah there were rocky times, but for a couple of years, I knew she was safe and cared for. My turn is coming! Both the kids have large homes,and would welcome ME[no dawg].I told them it would be a disaster.They both work, are frugal, conservative[ not politically], and live structured lives. I DONT. They pinch pennies, and seldom part with quarters. ME, if I had a dime, I'd spend 25 cents of it. I've had a great time, loved and lost three wonderfull women. Aline from a book I read ages ago, keeps haunting me now its from lewis caroll. " the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things, of ships and sails, and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings"