It's been awhile since I've thought about writing a new blog....so okay, here goes.

Jeff and Donna moved to Ocala, Florida and insisted I move here also, although I loved my little villa in Delray Beach.  It's not what it seems though..all of my friends vanished one way or another...either they're in the next life or have moved back north to be with their grown up kids.

They gave me a choice...moving in with them...having them build a little separate house on the back of their property...or moving into a residential retirement home.

I  picked the later...so here I am at Marion Woods with 125 folks who are in the same predicament as me.

It's like a hotel...we get our meals...get to sit with whomever wants us to share our meals with..and have a nice rental apartment. 

I don't know when it happened but I'm now hard of hearing.   I also use a rolator to hold on to because my balance is impaired … and I haven't been to the swimming pool here.

I do read a lot on my Kindle...easy to hold.   I read about a book a day.   Some of it is very entertaining and some just garbage.  

I don't go to bed until midnight but I sleep late in the morning, thanks to my sleeping pills.

The fire department is here everyday...and not because there's a fire.   It's because someone fell down.   I've fallen too but I still can get up.

I have to admit...I'm in the winter of my life and I'm grateful for every day that's granted to me.

Maybe I've painted a bleak picture...but that is not my intention.   I'm happy and I'm content.

It's very expensive to live here...but thanks to Allen my dear husband, I'm able to pay my bills.

There's lots of activity here but I'm not able to participate...I have frozen shoulders although I can still shrug if I'm not thrilled about something.   So far that hasn't happened.

I'm very grateful to my family...I cherish the love that we share.