There's a not-so-funny joke that goes something like this:Be nice to your kids. They'll pick out your old age home.
Haha, very funny. But strange how the wheel turns. Today I am doing that very thing. And trust me, it ain't pleasant. There aren't a lot of options out there people! My Mom is not that old that she hobbles around hunched over, smacking passers-by with her walking stick. So that cancels out a few places.
The two hands don't quite reach 12, so that cancels out a few other places.
Then of course, they have the "upmarket" versions. Yeah yeah, nice but a little out of our price range. I also need to pay my own rent and put food on my table.
We don't want a nursing home because firstly my Mom ain't as old as the woman in the picture above. And secondly, well, I don't know, I just don't want her in a nursing home.
And what's with these names? The Silver Palms. Willow's Arms. Shady Pines. It's like we're putting our folks out to pasture in the fields. We need a decent place. Clean. Quiet - okay, maybe not so quiet, my Mom will throw a party every now and again, and not too expensive. Oh, and safe. It must be safe. Those nasty crimial elements down in South Africa like to prey on the elderly. Does such a place exist?
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