Back online after a move to a seniors apartment complex. Yep, I did it, I'm offically a senior citizen. Makes me feel good and bad. I still feel young inside, but the wrinkles on my face belie that and still have the power to shock me when I look in a mirror. But getting old and qualifying for a place like this has it's benefits.



Then there is the hand rail in the step-in shower. I can stand on one leg and shave the other without falling on my butt. Neat, huh?

I live in fear of being carted off to old folks jail for breaching the awesome security here, so I won't tell you that my door code is ......... is that the cops at my door?

Big THANK YOU to my kids, grand-kids and Jim for moving my stuff!! Without breaking anything, too! How lucky can you get? All in all, it was not a trumatic move, even though I stressed out terribly beforehand, just imagining all that could go wrong. A special thanks to Sherry, who coordinated, supervised and worked her hinny off.
 
Lucky me, I already have my phone and internet transferred and hopefully, the cable guy will deign to pay me a visit tomorrow after a no-show yesterday. He just better not make me miss House and 24! My vengeange will be terrible!

Before I walk off into my sunset years, here is fair warning that I still have lots of mischief left in me. I've met some nice folks here already, and some seem promising!Just kidding, young'uns! You know I will behave with decorum and moral rectitude.


So here's to me and my last home. I am NOT, repeat, NOT, ever moving again! If this place burns down, I'm living out my final days on the street.

Got back online too late for the lines, but I'll see all my Collab Pals on Sat.