I've been givin' some thought lately to changin' my lifestyle or, more specifically, to changin' my residence. There's a lot to like about livin' in El Casa Móvil de Pennington... it's all mine to begin with (which makes the living rather inexpensive), and there's the undeniable cachet of livin' with all the other Swells here in Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park. Still and even there ARE times when I think more space would be nice, a dishwasher would be nice, a washer and dryer of my own would be nice, and a normal-sized fridge and freezer would be nice. And closets, plural. All the stuff I had back in Former Happy Days, the stuff I gave up to go mobile, in other words.
So we received this in Friday's mail:
I seriously entertained goin' over to that event today but decided against it when I found out the place is a 96-unit assisted-living center... not to mention the fact it looks like your standard, run-o'-the-mill apartment building. Nope... ain't gonna do that. I want sumthin' more like a condo and I know those things exist. So, it's back to the drawing board for more research. I'm not in any hurry.
OTOH, I'm still thinkin' about gettin' a maid, which is the sort of "assisted living" I'm really in need of. I'm lookin' for a nice, fine, upstanding mature woman who wouldn't mind doin' a lil light cleaning and cooking for a gentleman, among other things. Someone of the "upstairs maid" persuasion, kinda like this:
Yeah... me and Neil:
Yup: "A man needs a maid..."I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay.
Just someone to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.
It's hard to make that change
When life and love turns strange.
And old.
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