Goodbye concentrator, farewell rollator
I’ve been humming this to “Goodbye Picadilly, Farewell Leicester Square, the chorus of “It’s a long way to Tipperary,” a World War I marching song that my grandmother used to…
Read moreThree Cheers for Rollators, Oxygen Concentrators, the Internet, and Friends
Twelve hours was all it took for my cat, Mittens, to discover how much she loved being rolled from room to room on my rollator, her new favorite perch. Apart…
Read moreHow to Take a Solo Road Trip When You are 80
This is not my usual kind of posting. Many friends , though, were surprised (horrified?) that at 80 years of age I drove nearly 2000 miles from Lexington, Kentucky to…
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