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The House that Bev BuiltEven though I’m semi-retired and work at home, my body seems to know that it’s 7:30 a.m. and I need to wake up. It’s quiet in my bedroom, but when I open the door I can hear Lynda next door listening to CBC and humming a tune.My hair is sticking straight up, so I head for the bathroom to pee and to wet my hair so it lies down properly. Heading downstairs, I hear the front door close softly as Bonnie leaves for work, trying not to disturb anyone. 
Raising the Roof on Senior Women's HousingAfew years ago, I didn’t give it a thought. Becoming a senior seemed very far away. And if that ever did happen, I have seven children and I always joked with them that I had every intention of making them take care of me in my advanced years. 
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