I moved in with my grandson a few months back.
I know some people say I should’ve moved into what they call an “old folk’s home.” Another word for that is a nursing home.
I didn’t want to move into one of those. No family, talking to strangers, and feeling lonely wondering when you’ll see someone you love again. That wasn’t for me at all but I’m glad that my grandson came through and asked if I would like to move into one of his bedrooms. He did have a house with three bedrooms and he lives alone with no kids. This was great because I can still be around family and not feel lonely. and I can stay away from all those creepy old men at the old folks’ home. I know he works a lot but we still do dinner and occasionally watch a show together. I have family and that’s what matters most to me these days. Recently, he had heated floors installed by a very nice HVAC tech named Carl. Carl was nice, but the heated floors, not so much. Why would an HVAC company create heated floors to begin with? Still, I love the cool wood on my feet and these heated floors stole that from me. I hated it and I expressed my displeasure with my grandson countless times. I expressed my displeasure until fall started up. The heated floors became a beautiful thing. Getting out of the shower, out of bed, or even getting in the house after being outside and touching the floors was amazing. From that day on, I never hated the heated floors again.