“You know, I feel most at home in this residence when I’m playing bridge with you three girls.”
“Last night the chef served calves liver for he first time. Everyone was impressed that he was so continental.”
“That Elsie is so hoity-toity. I knew her as a kid when she had cardboard in her shoes. Now, in assisted living, it’s my son’s new Olds, my daughter’s duplex and two maids.”
“You know that new lady from New Brunswick? She says the residents here are half-dead on their feet. So she’s arranging for a square dance.”
“I used to run numbers in The Bronx. Then I got respectable and now I wind up in assisted living. Who knew!”
“He’s the first one to tell you that he was meant for better things than an old-age home. Trouble is—he really believes it.”
Dear Friends and Readers,
A little over a week ago, the server that houses this website had a problem that caused assistedlivingresident.net to be frozen. We were out of commission for about 10 days. I apologize if this has been a source of confusion for any of you.
The problem has been resolved and I’ll be getting back to my regular posting, starting today.
While I have your attention, I’d like to let you know that I’m on the verge of publishing a new book. It’s a collection of stories about life in assisted living. I’ll provide details here soon.
Thanks again for your interest,
“You know that Stockholm Syndrome where you learn to love your captors?”
“What about it?”
“I’ve been here about five years now and I’m in love with assisted living!”
“Everyone liked Molly from the start because she’s friendly but not pushy like that other new resident who came at the same time.”
“When I was young all I wanted to do was travel, travel, travel. Now a cup of coffee, a cookie, and the crossword suits me just fine.”