Thanking my lucky stars

In my community, there are basically three major retirement communities. One is for the truly sick. One is for the aging Maudes, and one is for the aging Donna Reeds. My Mom, who can no longer handle living in the multi-storied house that's been her home for so many years, is Donna Reed -- she's a lady to her fingertips, always immaculately turned out, and with the kind of classy old-fashioned manners one seldom sees anymore. I'm happy to report that she will be moving into the Donna Reed retirement community in the imminent future, a move made even better by the fact that it's seven minutes from my home, rather than the thirty-five minutes travel time it takes to get to her house. Hurrah!