In a recent post, gigi-hawaii, wrote about aging in place. On my walk later that very same day, I passed a nearby house with this sign in front of it:
It occurred to me that my own mother would have been 101 this past September had she lived. My mother developed dementia and spent the last few years of her life in a nursing home. I suppose by definition she was aging out of place. Dementia is such a strange condition--aging and regressing to infancy all at the same time.
To add to the convergence here, the drain pipe for the kitchen sink sprang a leak. Another little nudge to my thinking about aging in place--definitely not this place. Unless a good looking plumber comes knocking on the door and wants to marry me, I think I am going to let this house age in its place while I go find another place for myself. That is a project I will think about next summer.