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Here, let me lick that for you . .

I never had a doctor that was an ant, but I did have an aunt who was a doctor.

These comments make me thankful that i grew up in a culture that values dedication to others. Especially your elders.
We lived in my grandparents house.
They helped with the bills when we were young.
When my grandparents aged and my grandmother was widowed, my parents took over the caretaking and all the grandchildren participated from time to time. Even if it was just to take my grandmother for a walk when she was in her 90s.
(I used to RACE her down the street when she was in her 60s) and although I did allow her to keep up as not to humiliate her..she WAS pretty damn.fast for her age.
 

When I was living in India many years ago, I was struck by the prevalence of intergenerational living.  A family would own a compound with several living units inside the walls.  Kids would grow up surrounded by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  I always considered it an ideal way to live.  If a child's own parents weren't up to the job, there were plenty of adults around who could pick up the slack.  Cooking was also done in groups with skills being passed along.  And older adults weren't required to keep the household running and they had plenty of help when they needed it.
I've always enjoyed cooperative living and have fantasized about getting a group together, selling our houses and buying a larger property with separate living units, but with a common kitchen and social areas.  I figured we could even hire a handyman who could help with the plumbing and drive us around when necessary.

I've mentioned this to some of my contemporaries and the allure was there.  But I think there's also a rut we get into and the idea of actually selling a house that's been part of our lives and part of our estate planning could be a risky move.  It would be hard to go back if the cooperative living didn't pan out.  I think the key to making it work would be finding a property that we all really wanted to live on.
Having seen cooperative living work so well, it's an idea I can't get out of my head.  And, as our population continues to grow and as we learn more about the value of social bonds, the idea seems to get better with age.  Which is certainly something we all strive for.

Honey, you don't know the half of it.  

Just learned that Chiquita herself is pushing eighty.  She came to life in 1944, but was not trademarked until 1947.  Although we were born within a year of each other, and are blemished on the outside and rotting on the inside, my own attempts at getting trademarked have all been patently denied.  I guess not all elongated fruits are equal in the eyes of the law.  
 

funny, i get anxiety when the check is coming. 

I had forgotten the pandas were on loan; I guess the bloom's now off that rose of friendship. I've seen them several times in DC and always found them both adorable as well as perpetually indolent, making them role models as I've grown older. If the National Zoo would upgrade the menu from bamboo to lasagna and Laphroaig, I might be willing to take their place on weekends. In a tux, of course, to maintain the color palette. 

Do these fake ears look stupid?             They look like Yoda on crank.

I no longer live in the City but still watch the San Francisco evening news and I think we get a different mix of stories than the networks broadcast to the rest of the country.  We do see the homeless problems well documented, but we also see the tremendous range and number of groups and individuals using their time and talents to help the unhoused.
The City itself has lots of programs, but no one believes they could or should do everything.  They tried setting up a drug use/education/treatment center but backed off because of liability issues.  They're trying to get a private organization to take on the challenge.
There's a major church in the Tenderloin that provides a wide range of services starting with food.  There are dozens of food banks.  There are organizations providing clothing, health/dental/vision services, hygiene support, family counseling, financial and employment support and, if I recall, there was a veterinarian going around checking on pets.  There are also individuals going out on the streets to contact homeless folks with offers of help.  One guy built a portable charging device and goes through the homeless areas offering phone charges.
No doubt homelessness is a big story but, in my opinion, the bigger story is the number of folks reaching out to help.  It brings a ray of hope, rather than a cloud of despair.

I guess it's possible that some folks don't want to hear what's right with San Francisco and prefer to hear about decay instead of renewal.  I'm sorry their heads are filled with sad stories and I hope they will one day notice the good things that are happening.  There's a lot to see.

 

I did the Red Lobster AYCE shrimp recently.  It was $27, you have your choice of 6 preparations, 3 at first, more if you ask.  The best by far was the crispy dragon shrimp, deep fried shrimp with Thai sweet chili sauce.  The regular fried shrimp was good too.  The other choices -- skewer, scampi, alfredo, coconut -- were meh.
It was worth doing, once at least.  Although the location I went to had a lobster tank (with just 3 lonely lobsters in it), pretty sure it's just for show because Red Lobster serves only previously cooked, then frozen & reheated lobster tails.  But like @pubic_assistance said, the shrimp is just fine.

I no longer live in the City but still watch the San Francisco evening news and I think we get a different mix of stories than the networks broadcast to the rest of the country.  We do see the homeless problems well documented, but we also see the tremendous range and number of groups and individuals using their time and talents to help the unhoused.
The City itself has lots of programs, but no one believes they could or should do everything.  They tried setting up a drug use/education/treatment center but backed off because of liability issues.  They're trying to get a private organization to take on the challenge.
There's a major church in the Tenderloin that provides a wide range of services starting with food.  There are dozens of food banks.  There are organizations providing clothing, health/dental/vision services, hygiene support, family counseling, financial and employment support and, if I recall, there was a veterinarian going around checking on pets.  There are also individuals going out on the streets to contact homeless folks with offers of help.  One guy built a portable charging device and goes through the homeless areas offering phone charges.
No doubt homelessness is a big story but, in my opinion, the bigger story is the number of folks reaching out to help.  It brings a ray of hope, rather than a cloud of despair.

I guess it's possible that some folks don't want to hear what's right with San Francisco and prefer to hear about decay instead of renewal.  I'm sorry their heads are filled with sad stories and I hope they will one day notice the good things that are happening.  There's a lot to see.

 

I no longer live in the City but still watch the San Francisco evening news and I think we get a different mix of stories than the networks broadcast to the rest of the country.  We do see the homeless problems well documented, but we also see the tremendous range and number of groups and individuals using their time and talents to help the unhoused.
The City itself has lots of programs, but no one believes they could or should do everything.  They tried setting up a drug use/education/treatment center but backed off because of liability issues.  They're trying to get a private organization to take on the challenge.
There's a major church in the Tenderloin that provides a wide range of services starting with food.  There are dozens of food banks.  There are organizations providing clothing, health/dental/vision services, hygiene support, family counseling, financial and employment support and, if I recall, there was a veterinarian going around checking on pets.  There are also individuals going out on the streets to contact homeless folks with offers of help.  One guy built a portable charging device and goes through the homeless areas offering phone charges.
No doubt homelessness is a big story but, in my opinion, the bigger story is the number of folks reaching out to help.  It brings a ray of hope, rather than a cloud of despair.

I guess it's possible that some folks don't want to hear what's right with San Francisco and prefer to hear about decay instead of renewal.  I'm sorry their heads are filled with sad stories and I hope they will one day notice the good things that are happening.  There's a lot to see.

 

I no longer live in the City but still watch the San Francisco evening news and I think we get a different mix of stories than the networks broadcast to the rest of the country.  We do see the homeless problems well documented, but we also see the tremendous range and number of groups and individuals using their time and talents to help the unhoused.
The City itself has lots of programs, but no one believes they could or should do everything.  They tried setting up a drug use/education/treatment center but backed off because of liability issues.  They're trying to get a private organization to take on the challenge.
There's a major church in the Tenderloin that provides a wide range of services starting with food.  There are dozens of food banks.  There are organizations providing clothing, health/dental/vision services, hygiene support, family counseling, financial and employment support and, if I recall, there was a veterinarian going around checking on pets.  There are also individuals going out on the streets to contact homeless folks with offers of help.  One guy built a portable charging device and goes through the homeless areas offering phone charges.
No doubt homelessness is a big story but, in my opinion, the bigger story is the number of folks reaching out to help.  It brings a ray of hope, rather than a cloud of despair.

I guess it's possible that some folks don't want to hear what's right with San Francisco and prefer to hear about decay instead of renewal.  I'm sorry their heads are filled with sad stories and I hope they will one day notice the good things that are happening.  There's a lot to see.

 

When I was living in India many years ago, I was struck by the prevalence of intergenerational living.  A family would own a compound with several living units inside the walls.  Kids would grow up surrounded by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  I always considered it an ideal way to live.  If a child's own parents weren't up to the job, there were plenty of adults around who could pick up the slack.  Cooking was also done in groups with skills being passed along.  And older adults weren't required to keep the household running and they had plenty of help when they needed it.
I've always enjoyed cooperative living and have fantasized about getting a group together, selling our houses and buying a larger property with separate living units, but with a common kitchen and social areas.  I figured we could even hire a handyman who could help with the plumbing and drive us around when necessary.

I've mentioned this to some of my contemporaries and the allure was there.  But I think there's also a rut we get into and the idea of actually selling a house that's been part of our lives and part of our estate planning could be a risky move.  It would be hard to go back if the cooperative living didn't pan out.  I think the key to making it work would be finding a property that we all really wanted to live on.
Having seen cooperative living work so well, it's an idea I can't get out of my head.  And, as our population continues to grow and as we learn more about the value of social bonds, the idea seems to get better with age.  Which is certainly something we all strive for.

Honey, you don't know the half of it.  

Just learned that Chiquita herself is pushing eighty.  She came to life in 1944, but was not trademarked until 1947.  Although we were born within a year of each other, and are blemished on the outside and rotting on the inside, my own attempts at getting trademarked have all been patently denied.  I guess not all elongated fruits are equal in the eyes of the law.  
 

It’s difficult I, “take care” of my dad.  As in I have him in a nice facility and visit on occasion.   It’s difficult when he spends his days watching the news, so his conversations revolve around Ukraine, Israel, those horrible LGBTQ people destroying the country etc.  Thank God he hasn’t discovered right wing Twitter.
He’s just a pleasure to spend time with.

Honey, you don't know the half of it.  

Just learned that Chiquita herself is pushing eighty.  She came to life in 1944, but was not trademarked until 1947.  Although we were born within a year of each other, and are blemished on the outside and rotting on the inside, my own attempts at getting trademarked have all been patently denied.  I guess not all elongated fruits are equal in the eyes of the law.  
 

When I was living in India many years ago, I was struck by the prevalence of intergenerational living.  A family would own a compound with several living units inside the walls.  Kids would grow up surrounded by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  I always considered it an ideal way to live.  If a child's own parents weren't up to the job, there were plenty of adults around who could pick up the slack.  Cooking was also done in groups with skills being passed along.  And older adults weren't required to keep the household running and they had plenty of help when they needed it.
I've always enjoyed cooperative living and have fantasized about getting a group together, selling our houses and buying a larger property with separate living units, but with a common kitchen and social areas.  I figured we could even hire a handyman who could help with the plumbing and drive us around when necessary.

I've mentioned this to some of my contemporaries and the allure was there.  But I think there's also a rut we get into and the idea of actually selling a house that's been part of our lives and part of our estate planning could be a risky move.  It would be hard to go back if the cooperative living didn't pan out.  I think the key to making it work would be finding a property that we all really wanted to live on.
Having seen cooperative living work so well, it's an idea I can't get out of my head.  And, as our population continues to grow and as we learn more about the value of social bonds, the idea seems to get better with age.  Which is certainly something we all strive for.

Honey, you don't know the half of it.  

Just learned that Chiquita herself is pushing eighty.  She came to life in 1944, but was not trademarked until 1947.  Although we were born within a year of each other, and are blemished on the outside and rotting on the inside, my own attempts at getting trademarked have all been patently denied.  I guess not all elongated fruits are equal in the eyes of the law.  
 

When I was living in India many years ago, I was struck by the prevalence of intergenerational living.  A family would own a compound with several living units inside the walls.  Kids would grow up surrounded by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  I always considered it an ideal way to live.  If a child's own parents weren't up to the job, there were plenty of adults around who could pick up the slack.  Cooking was also done in groups with skills being passed along.  And older adults weren't required to keep the household running and they had plenty of help when they needed it.
I've always enjoyed cooperative living and have fantasized about getting a group together, selling our houses and buying a larger property with separate living units, but with a common kitchen and social areas.  I figured we could even hire a handyman who could help with the plumbing and drive us around when necessary.

I've mentioned this to some of my contemporaries and the allure was there.  But I think there's also a rut we get into and the idea of actually selling a house that's been part of our lives and part of our estate planning could be a risky move.  It would be hard to go back if the cooperative living didn't pan out.  I think the key to making it work would be finding a property that we all really wanted to live on.
Having seen cooperative living work so well, it's an idea I can't get out of my head.  And, as our population continues to grow and as we learn more about the value of social bonds, the idea seems to get better with age.  Which is certainly something we all strive for.

When I was living in India many years ago, I was struck by the prevalence of intergenerational living.  A family would own a compound with several living units inside the walls.  Kids would grow up surrounded by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  I always considered it an ideal way to live.  If a child's own parents weren't up to the job, there were plenty of adults around who could pick up the slack.  Cooking was also done in groups with skills being passed along.  And older adults weren't required to keep the household running and they had plenty of help when they needed it.
I've always enjoyed cooperative living and have fantasized about getting a group together, selling our houses and buying a larger property with separate living units, but with a common kitchen and social areas.  I figured we could even hire a handyman who could help with the plumbing and drive us around when necessary.

I've mentioned this to some of my contemporaries and the allure was there.  But I think there's also a rut we get into and the idea of actually selling a house that's been part of our lives and part of our estate planning could be a risky move.  It would be hard to go back if the cooperative living didn't pan out.  I think the key to making it work would be finding a property that we all really wanted to live on.
Having seen cooperative living work so well, it's an idea I can't get out of my head.  And, as our population continues to grow and as we learn more about the value of social bonds, the idea seems to get better with age.  Which is certainly something we all strive for.

Honey, you don't know the half of it.  

Just learned that Chiquita herself is pushing eighty.  She came to life in 1944, but was not trademarked until 1947.  Although we were born within a year of each other, and are blemished on the outside and rotting on the inside, my own attempts at getting trademarked have all been patently denied.  I guess not all elongated fruits are equal in the eyes of the law.  
 

Honey, you don't know the half of it.  

Just learned that Chiquita herself is pushing eighty.  She came to life in 1944, but was not trademarked until 1947.  Although we were born within a year of each other, and are blemished on the outside and rotting on the inside, my own attempts at getting trademarked have all been patently denied.  I guess not all elongated fruits are equal in the eyes of the law.  
 

It all depends on the level of care that is required.  Visiting every so often is not necessarily physically supportive, but it contributes to emotional and spiritual wellness - assuming the visiting relative isn't a twit... LOL.

Again, I can't speak about Jose's family, but I have seen in numerous families I know where most of the family supports one another in some way.  There are always those who move away or are too busy with their own issues, but for the most part, all the gaps in care are filled and the elderly or sick person doesn't have to worry about what will become of them.  I see this mostly in non-Western European families, but it was once common in those families too.  In Canada, and I imagine in the US, a lot of younger people have learned to be more entitled and selfish, and operate that way - without realizing that the day will come when they may need support from the younger generations themselves.  But lots of families in lots of places do not have to deal with that dynamic.