Fight or flight?

North End

Are you tired of fighting off the demons of old age? Have you lost that positive spin and your spirit is dragging in the dust? Perhaps you’re dreaming of a fantasy flight to a place where every wish and need will be fulfilled.

Sure, it’s pricey. Young people need to start saving now, for their future golden years. I couldn’t imagine, in those sunny times so long ago, that rising costs would cause our pennies to become obsolete. These days you can’t even buy a cup of coffee for a buck.

On a recent visit from B.C., Son #2 decided that I should reap the benefits of being catered to and serviced — whatever that means. I’m an agreeable person, so I said yes to viewing the placement he had in mind — although moving was the last thing that I planned to do.

He had it all figured out. I would move south and be close to my grandson and his brand new baby boy. It was important to him that we bond and that I become a part of this child’s life. He wanted me – a lifetime North Ender — to move south!

It’s true that I can’t wait to play Peek-a-boo with this tiny mite that is only a few weeks old, but travelling back and forth would be a problem. I decide to rethink the situation. I really want to be a part of my great grandchild’s life.

We tour the imposing three-story structure and it’s many long, lonely halls. It seems everyone congregates on the main floor. There are a few one-bedroom apartments that are possibilities.

The pleasant salesperson asks if I want to add my name to a waiting list and leave a refundable deposit. In my mind, I try to justify my move and lifestyle change. I wouldn’t have to cook, clean and only wash my personal items. However, I would have to change my “night-owl” habits.

Up to now, as a widow, I’ve enjoyed the freedom of being my own boss. Would I be happy living in an atmosphere where every moment is planned and accounted for? As well, like any institution, there are rules and regulations. A continental breakfast is available until 10 a.m., lunch is finished by 1:30 p.m., while supper is served from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m.

Latecomers are not appreciated. The staff likes to clean up early. For them, it’s been a long day.

In this facility, canes, walkers and wheelchairs are welcome aids. My own walker is gathering cobwebs in my closet. If I move in, I can sprint down the carpeted alleys. It’s great for walking your dog. This pet-friendly place expects people and animals to get along.

I’m beginning to warm up to the idea of living here. I can see the potential benefits, but there are a few things missing. All is not lost, however. I’ve come up with some novel ideas: How about a performing drama club? I’ll write the plays and direct and we can organize a debaters club that will battle it out twice a month. I’ll choose the topics! While we’re at it, why not plan an in-house creative arts competition? That could be a ton of fun!

Of course, there’s always bridge and mahjong. Maybe a trip to Disneyland?

No? Oh darn! At the very least, there’s always a trek to Walmart and the bank.