I visited my old neighbor, Violet yesterday. She lived in the unit across from mine. She revealed her age to me a couple times over a number of years and it was always 93. She’s living at an old age home now. About a year ago she fell and hurt her hip and she realized it was time that she needed help. I brought her a little Napoleon cake and we talked for hours. She talked more than I did. She is mentally fine– her hearing is another story. One of the things I’ve always found disturbing is how people talk to older people, in that sing-song way. Like they are talking to children or foreigners who speak only a little English. I try hard not to do that but it was so difficult because I couldn’t just talk naturally— I had to shout to be heard. At any rate, I am glad I finally visited her. I will have to do it again– maybe next time I’ll bring Bo.