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7 jane Jane, the old woman across the street, is lugging big black trash bags to the curb. It’s snowing hard, and the bags are turning white, gradually disappearing in the storm. Jane is getting ready to put her house on the market and move into a home of some sort. A facility. She’s just too old to keep the place going anymore, and as we chat about this on the sidewalk I’m thinking, I’m so glad this isn’t going to happen to me. It seems like a terrible fate, to drag out your trash bags and then head for a facility somewhere. And all the worse to be old in a facility. But then, that’s the whole reason you go there in the first place. But the great thing about being me, I’m thinking, as I continue my morning walk around the block, is that I’m not going to a facility of any sort. That’s for other people. I intend to go on pretty much as I always have, enjoying life, taking my morning walk, then coffee and the newspaper, music and a good book. Europe vaguely in the summers. Then another year just like this one, and so forth and so on. Why change this? I have no intention of doing so. What Jane is doing—growing old, taking out her ominous black trash bags to vanish terribly in the snow, getting ready for someone to drive her to a facility— 8 that may be her idea of the future (which I totally respect), but it certainly isn’t mine. ...

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Additional Information

ISBN
9780822979623
Related ISBN
9780822962687
MARC Record
OCLC
870684332
Pages
72
Launched on MUSE
2014-02-18
Language
English
Open Access
No
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