I'm tired of private property being more of a sacred cow than people's lives. I voted shoot it, but there was no option for shoot and think about where it goes.
Something that made sense about old folks I met while doing things I wasn't supposed to do.
Private property?
Yeah, I was like a junior batgirl once, too.
But, you know.. I saw where they put my grandmother, before her time there, and I think the thing that hurt *worst* about me getting really dragged out of the closet was how they acted like she was too old and frail to bear what she already knew, (in fact, we were really the only ones in the family who halfway understood each other, to begin with. Heh, I guess I'm just the latest, hopefully the last, of the cranky arthritic spinsters in this line.
I dont' think I even realized it at the time, but it's crept up on me in my travels... how sequestered the old folks are these days.... for starters, no place for them to go anymore, like the old cafes and donut shops.. For another, they can't live anywhere that isn't controlled and at best shuttle-bused. Didn't even *meet* anybody over 65 down here till I went on jury duty, and... You know, I guess it never occurred to me to ask my friends there what it was like not too long ago. You wouldn't think to, actually. Maybe it wasn't the important part, but actually I think we're cut off from our elders so badly, especially people around my age. Something that used to just be there when I ran back to the city, as a kid.
People my age, well, we were caught between the Boomers never letting go and running hard at trying to be in a world computer kids would really leave behind. Never really got our turn at bat, to be honest. But everyone's still so sequestered. Esoecially the old from the young. Isn't even a *neighborhood* for that to happen in, most of the country.