I usually see a look of disbelief when I tell people that I just turned 87.  My “youthful appearance” comes from healthy eating, rigorous exercise, good genes and good luck.

But I am eighty-seven.

Having been forced to move from a failing apartment building in December to my current not-ideal situation, I am thinking about what’s next.  I’m leaning toward an independent apartment in a community of like-minded residents where I could have addition help if I needed it.

Stay tuned.