For the longest time, people did generally die at home "in the bosom of their family." Dying in the hospital was seen as isolated and being at the mercy of strangers who didn't really care and proof that you didn't have family who would take care of you.

Timelies all!

The little guy's at daycare. I got a new winter coat because my current winter coat a)is not actually warm enough for the middle of winter and b)is falling apart. Now I'm watching stuff on the DVR.

US middle class senior care could be better.

My dad looked at a retirement community a few years ago, and the prices were crazy.

But he's moving in with his ladylove this weekend! I'm ridiculously happy about the whole thing. AND AND AND - he's retiring from Fred Meyer! He gives notice next week, on my birthday! BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER.

(This is the store that mom and I both worked at, and I refer to it as Retail Hell.)

I do feel bad that that was the one thing she asked for and it went the way she didn't want.

Yeah. I read Atul Gawande's new book, Being Mortal, a few months ago, and he talks a lot about this issue. It's all about how we handle aging and death, and different methods for dealing with it.

In Oakland, there's a senior co-housing group with a new building down on the waterfront. I sometimes think that would be a nice way to deal. You get a lot more community than you would in an apartment or a house, and way less upkeep. Plus it's designed to support seniors as they age.

I sometimes think I'll be living with my sister when we get really old, but I've never mentioned it to her, because her husband is still very healthy although he's 63.

I'm going to come move in with one of you.

While I joke about it, I really do want the Eldergoth Retirement Home to be a real thing.

Yes. Buffista retirement home, even if we don't make it to buffista island?

My parents have toured multiple places in Indianapolis (which I'm certain are far cheaper than anything in Seattle) but mostly because then they get free lunch. And can decide if a place has good food.

What I'm about to say sounds like absolutely the worst thing, but -- I generally assume my dad will die suddenly from a heart attack before he ever reaches the point that he needs assisted living.

My mom, on the other hand, turns 70 next year and shows no signs of slowing down. She's a powerhouse in a totally non-elderly way. My stepdad is 12 years younger than her, so I tend to assume that, if she ever does slow down, he can take care of her.

My mother (of some fame here) is talking about assisted living because her husband is 83 and showing his age, with some mobility issues (balance and inability to walk far) and some 'questionable judgment' issues - she describes it as reduced inhibition. He'll lose $100 and stuff. Their house is all stairs, which I think is the biggest physical issue. Socially, she is not working and his daughter lives next door, so you'd think they would be okay not leaving him alone much, but apparently in practice this is a problem.

But my mother in assisted living? She's 65 and healthy as a horse. She would drive everyone she dealt with, plus me, BANANAS.

I am, sadly, grateful I didn't have to look after Hubby as his health issue snowballed. He would have ended up in a wheelchair eventually, which was his lifelong terror, and it would have been bad. Operatic-level tragedy is better than the long, slow, grinding decline. Daddy overworked himself into a fatal heart attack, Mother was in assisted living in her own little apartment when she didn't want to take care of a house anymore. Her last decline wasn't very long.

For myself, I'm hoping to get another good 15 years. When I retire, maybe I'll have health and resources to be on my own in some sort of communal situation.