“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.”
“Did you meet Wally? He’s so full of jokes and interesting stories , you forget that he’s such an old guy. Ninety-three they tell me.”
“Ask me, he shouldda stayed in Bohunk or wherever. He don’ unnerstand the finer things.”
“The management invited Debbie to a fancy lunch so she, an old resident, could tell some prospective new ones, how great assisted living is.”
“So, did she do it?”
“She’s a devil that one. She told them that we have hula hoop practice every Tuesday.”
“They promise you the moon when they sign you up for assisted living, but I’m still lonely and bored.”