A question that I frequently got this week at All Seasons is, “Am I a new resident?” At first, I was shocked and a bit offended, but then thinking about it, I am about the same or almost the same age of many of the residents here. Sure, there are many older people here, but few older than Harry and no one sees themselves as being as old as they really are, least of all me. The place is billed as independent living. Residents are free to come and go as they please. Some people here are more mobile than others. Many people still drive and for those who do not there is an in-house shuttle. However, every evening around dinner time in the cafeteria, there is a nightly traffic jam of walkers. The food here is to die for. Filet mignon is on the menu every day. Once emaciated, Harry put on eight pounds his first year here and I know that I would not lose any weight living here either. The place is high end. To give you an idea of how much so, there are not one, but two Bösendorfer pianos scattered around the commons. Each Bösendorfer starts at around $150K. So maybe a better answer to the question, “Am I a new resident?” Is not an indignant no, but I can’t afford it.
