The day in the life (and old age) of the census

Am I getting old? Eventually. Sooner than later.

Last night, I dreamed that I was handing over 100s of dollars to the dentist. Which I plan to do (actually 1,000s). Staving off old age? Or staving off starving?

Yesterday, I stopped by an assisted living facility. It looked like a dump from the outside, but had people just like me on the inside.

I think the administrator told me 50 residents lived there. Will I have to count them? (I hope so, probably not).

I was surprised. Although it was shabby (after all, this is Lake Worth), it didn’t smell. Not of urine. Not of death. People looked old but not nuts. And not all that old, to boot.

One lady did not have teeth. Is it really worth it to shell out all that money to the dentist for caps to keep my teeth from cracking? Is it really that bad to have false teeth? I wonder how much false teeth cost? (that took me to the Internet, $2,500 for an upper or a lower).

Does that make me feel better? A little. Not much.

Back to the assisted living – it didn’t look half bad. I not only think I could live there, I might even fit in.

Contrary to private opinion, I AM getting old…

still have them.well, some of them.
still have them.well, some of them.

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