In 2002 we ran away from Illinois where we were born and raised, and started a new life in SW Florida. This blog is about me (an eccentric old artist), ROM (my Real Old Man), Isabella (our neurotic Standard Poodle) and Emmy (our crazy snake killing Jack Russell Terrier). Oh- and the neighborhood old people. Life is good in Florida!


Monday, February 13, 2012

Photo of the Week

My photos for this week are a much too common scene in our community. As you all know we live in a 55 and over community. There are many advantages to living in a senior community- they tend to be quieter, older folks tend to keep their property looking neat, and when you go to the pool you aren't being compared to the gorgeous body of a 20 yr. old in the lounge chair next to you. But there is a down side that we hadn't given a lot of thought to until we moved here 8 yrs. ago.

The first weekend we lived here we were enjoying our morning coffee on the lanai when we saw the coroner's wagon stop in front of a home down the street and two guys took a gurney into the house. A short time later they wheeled the gurney back out with a body bag on it. It was the first time I had actually seen a coroner remove a body. 

Since that first Sunday on the lanai, we've seen countless ambulances roll in and out of here. Sometimes the patients recover and come back home, but too often they either die or are moved to a nursing home. The most disturbing event was the old woman who severely beat her disabled husband with a plunger resulting in them both being moved to a nursing home. I think most of you know that story since I've already told it on Twitter- truly bizarre. 

So that's the down side to living in a retirement community- constant reminder of what's ahead of us... and it ain't pretty. 

In the past 7 days we've had three neighbors taken out by ambulances. Two are still in the hospital and one of them died. What I've never understood is why they always send a firetruck with the ambulance? These photos were taken in the past week...