reflections on entering the fray: life, art and politics at 76
Monday, April 29, 2013
So Many Stairsteps, So Seattle
Seattle is a city where one climbs stairs. There are lots of them. Houses are often set high above the street. Approaches to a front door often include a rockery and a flight of stairs. No measly two-four steps to an entryway. Some stairs have hand railings, many do not. Funny thing, I never see families lugging bags of groceries up those steps or hefting baby strollers. Do they all have back entrances? Doubtful.
Right now, I think that climbing towards one's house is an extra bonus, especially if one is working toward 10,000 steps a day and searching for stairs to climb for cardio exercise. Stairs are part of daily lie. Healthy living.
However, watching Mom and Dad's physical decline in this hilly city, I wonder what all older folks do when stairs to their very own homes become tiresome or a real problem for elder knees and hips. Do folks move across the street where the hill flattens out and doorways are level with street right-of-ways or do they move in with other family or into senior communities? I'd like to know.
In the meantime, I find the aesthetics of these stair steps, often covered with moss and succulents, reaching upward to decks and doors, mysterious and seductive. I could live in one of these homes.