love living at home

on one level living and aging in place

My Big Nanny D lived till she was ninety four.

My Nanny down at the lake?

She’s knocking on ninety fours door.

Big Nanny D spent her last couple of years in a home.

There were a couple of times my dad found her there tied to her chair.

She might fall and break a hip.

They were kind. Most other ‘homes’ like this would have had the old bird sedated most of the time.

The whole time she was there, she wanted to know when she’d be allowed to go home.

She was confused and couldn’t square herself with her surroundings.

My other Nanny?

She knows where her stuff is.

She knows where she is in her house and in the world.

She’s home.

Just down the road from where she grew up.

She’s lived there forever.

She’s going to get carried out of there feet first.

The difference?

Stairs.

One had them.

Lots of stairs.

Living at home became impossible because there were so many damn stairs. Things weren’t ready for one level living.

I think this is why I like the new direction that I’m taking as a handyman.

I’m getting certifi…