|My friend Don and I on the roof deck of his co-op in Philadelphia, PA last month with a new co-op building in the background|
Oh, I know where I eventually will end up. On a hillside cemetery overlooking Downingtown, Pennsylvania. I purchased two lots (one for me and one for Bill) after my father died in 2000. Both Bill and I wanted a "good view" for our eventual resting place. We got that settled.
But what I'm talking about when I say "Where will I end up?" is where will I play out my Last Act.
My original intent was to spend my final days here at Casa Tipton-Kelly, Sussex County Delaware.
|Case Tipton-Kelly - Rehoboth Beach, DE|
I am very comfortable here on our almost an acre of Eden-like bliss. But folks, it does take some upkeep. In fact, on this very mild day I should be outside right now (instead of writing this blog) doing some fall maintenance yard work. But alas, I opted to write this blog instead.
As much as I like yard work (and I do), I find that as each year passes I call on our local landscaper Miguel and his crew to give me a helping hand.
Bill mows the grass, which is quite a job. Even so, I still put out a couple thou a year for lawn maintenance (irrigation, feeding and weed control).
We live in a BIG house (5242 hundred square feet). I could take in one of those Syrian families and still have space to spare. Do I need all this space? Actually I do.
But, last month when I visited my longtime friend Don McK. in Philadelphia, I was intrigued by his two bedroom apartment in the heart of Philadelphia. I love Philadelphia. Back in the late 60's and 70's (when I was young and very desirable) I lived in Center City Philly. I LOVED IT! But then came a time I grew weary of hearing the police sirens constantly and I yearned for wide open spaces. So I moved to the country.
|The view of the neighborhood in Philadelphia where Bill and I lived in the 70's from my friend Don's rooftop deck|
We lived in the country (Downingtown) for twenty-five years. Then the taxes got too much for me so I moved us (Bill goes where I go, even though he doesn't want to - he still misses our Pennsylvania home) to the flat, open coastal plain of southern Delaware where taxes are low and folks are gay friendly (mostly anyway).
Now comes a time when I have to seriously consider how I would manage if I lived by myself. Bill is 87 years old now and was a great help when I fell and tore my quadricep leg muscle and was incapacitated for a long twelve weeks. I was helpless. If it were not for Bill I would have been warehoused in a rehab center.
I have arthritis throughout my body, especially in my upper legs and lower back. I am so careful not to fall again and put myself in a similar situation of being totally dependent on someone. So I have to think about that possibility.
There is no way I would put myself in on of those assisted living facilities. That to me is like a gilded prison. No way will I go out like that.
So, at the end of this month when I visit my friend Don in Philly, where I will be staying in a rented suite in his co-op building. I will seriously consider eventually moving to Philadelphia in the future if I'm around for a few more years.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. It's all a matter of survival folks.
|Our two plots at the Northwood Cemetery in Downingtown, PA|
A lovely setting for our final resting place