I have been out of touch during the past few weeks preparing to move headquarters (and myself) to a new location. My Parkinson's made me uncomfortable with the idea of living by myself in my small studio apartment I'd been in since 1972 (although I was getting along reasonably well), so I have moved to an assisted living facility. I currently don't require any actual "extra" assistance (dressing, showering, medication management, "memory care") aside from what every other tenant here receives. Some of the other residents are here just because they like the apartments and the services—three meals a day, housekeeping, laundry, endless planned activities (movies, concerts, games, exercise classes, and so on). It might sound like a dream come true . . . in some respects.
Most of the residents are Reform Jews, although there are enough Catholics for Mass to be said here on Sundays.
More later when I have settled in. At the moment I don't even have a computer desk or chair (or any chair—I'm sitting uncomfortably on my Rollator, which I don't yet use, but which over half of the others here need).
