Since I set up my father's e-mail account, I had access to it, and after he was admitted to the hospital (early June) I reviewed his sent messages. This was mostly an attempt to contact all of his friends and correspondents so he could have a steady stream of visitors and callers.
One message described the difficulty he'd had that week trying to buy groceries.
I have had an exhausting day today ... I drove to Randazzo's, and getting out to my car in handicapped parking, a ...couple came to my rescue and put my groceries in the trunk and got me to the car door...I was just so tuckered that I fell asleep driving, momentarily,, and have been "recuperating" all afternoon.Meanwhile my sister was happily prattling about how "we can add a driveway to his house" in the back, so he wouldn't have to go downstairs to get in the car. (Note to those facing this: if your elder exhibits an extreme reaction to anyone's offer to drive, it's time for The Talk. My father insisted on doing all the driving on a trip to Cleveland last year, despite not being able to see critical elements such as the freeway entrance.)
From the planning standpoint, the cohort of aging boomers means that more folks will have a need for ranch-style living that's close to everything and on the bus line. Just yesterday I chatted with someone who's "only" 70 and griped about their remote condo, miles from anything. "If we want to get groceries we have to drive."
(this should probably be moved to the neverending aging parents thread)