I think Ralph must have been to my “adult living” complex before he decided to live in the woods. Both he and Henry T. Thoreau ran to the woods to escape from the people they had to see and deal with every day.
I get it, guys.
I would have run with you into the woods if I had any clue about how traumatic it would be to live in an overpriced "assisted living” apartment that pays more attention to the stockholders than the residents and building maintenance. I guarantee the stockholders are not dodging garbage cans in the middle of the hallway to catch the roof leaks( yes, that is plural, 3 of them).
I could go on and on, but I will leave this one. There are so many more stories, observations, and complaints to share, but I will end today's grousing now and figure out how to achieve Ralph's greatest accomplishment.
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