By Guinn Sweet
I understand that my most avid followers have been contacting the Index regarding my present whereabouts, my reason for dropping out of literary presence, temporarily, and when I might reappear. Today, after a couple or so months (you say it seems much longer? It does to me, too), I am up and eager to restart my “Sweet Talk” and renew contact with my longtime friends via this means.
At present, I am sitting in Room 201 in “Fairfield Residence and Rehabilitation,” about 5 miles from our recently established home on our daughter’s country property. This location has been our home for the past six/seven weeks, following a series of illnesses, falls and hospitalization of both Colon and me (myself?, I?), and the possible reduction in my literary skills and practices.
It is one of the last locations upon which we never considered residing; the others being the White House, a downtown hotel in Fort Worth, or New York City.
However, our presence here has been pressed upon us by a series of revelations that our age and conditions require round-the-clock attention and all-too-often pill-swallowing. Yes, we resisted at first, but we talked it over between the two of us, discussed the reality of the approach of our “90s,” and then agreed with our son and daughters that we needed to make this move. And it has become obvious that it was the right one.
Will it be permanent? We are making no definite plans – we expect that coming decisions will very possibly be made for us by conditions and needs. One thing is sure; we will be able to stay here indefinitely, enjoying the love we feel from our caretakers, both from family and friends, and staff who do care for us around the clock. (Do I have take that pill right now? I am doing something important.) Gulp! Thank you, Nurse! Now, let me describe some of our daily activities.