Granny Applehead has been talking about joining the migration of the elderly to the warmer climes of the south. She says that, as one’s metabolism slows down with age warmth is a primary need for any sort of comfort to exist. She yearns for the nice dry walks and roadways and the easy availability of golf carts allowing a mobility that the ice, cold and snow prohibit.
Besides, she says, a retirement community offers the benefits of social interaction with others of one’s own age and, often, sensibility. Structured days playing mahjong, drinking tea and attending concerts and lectures are pleasant distractions from our ever present aches and pains. Everything about it points toward enjoying quality time in our autumnal years and prepare us for the day when the warmth of the cremation furnace will return us, dust to dust, to our mother earth from whence we came.
She jokes with her friends that she might instead opt for Plastination so that her children will be able to enjoy her personage gathering dust in the corner of the living room (boy, does that sound familiar). It seems kind of morbid to me but I guess it’s just her way of making lite of the impending reality; the unknowns of death everyone must face.