Day 4.
Now that I’m in assisted living I obviously have a lot to say. So far the main thing I hear from everyone is that you have to “push” yourself. Don’t just sit in you room and do your own thing, at least not to excess.
Why Act V – because that’s the average Shakespearean drama (isn’t it).
I’d say the average age of the residents (that’s what we are called) is about 75 years old. So I’ve been pushing myself to make friends and hang out with the cool crowd. Yes, it reminds me of high school.
At 67, I’m one of the youngest hep cats here.
I ask everyone I meet, how long did it take you to get used to living here, and the answers range from 6 months to a year.
What was the hardest thing to get used to?
The lack of privacy. You can’t really lock your door. I’m not saying the place exactly has bed checks but if there is a schedule of visits I haven’t figured it out.
Whoever it is, they knock first. They don’t barge in. But it’s disconcerting. Most of the people I’ve met here are or were very independent types: artists, artistes, teachers etc. In general a good group of folks.
The staff is especially friendly.
I’m not posting many photos, not yet. I’m still working from the house wi-fi which is slow. I’ll post links to this blog on Facebook but remember, I’m no longer trying to sell anything. In fact, I believe I’m taking down the store tomorrow.
Yes, there’s an underground economy but I’m not up to that right now. I don’t even know where my mailbox key is yet, and I am going to hire a bankruptcy lawyer soon to get the credit cards guys off my back.
In short – I think it’ll all work out but it’s not an overnight process.
BECK 