An interesting Birthday Day.
For starters, the Asylum is 38 years old. That’s well past the “best if used by date” for elevators! But the building is surviving pretty well.
And so are the residents.
Dick is a couple of months shy of 100. And he has lived here almost ⅓ of his life. That is something that many of us fail to recognize when we move in. Yes, this is our “forever home”. Yes, we expect to die here and may actually have moved in to simplify our final exit. We fail to recognize that we might be residents of the Asylum for a very long time.
BTW: Dick’s secret to long life: Just keep breathing.
It’s another birthday, and all eight of us are still here. Still in reasonable shape for our age. What a great and unexpected blessing this is.
It is inevitable that one birthday in the future, there will no longer be 8 at the table. That will be unbelievably sad. But there will also be gratitude for all the laughs, support, and love that we shared.
There was a lovely cake and 2 kinds of ice cream. Plus lots of good endorphin-releasing chatter about “weighted cows”.