Ironing to the Oldies

Today I go to my eldest client’s house. Well, it’s not a house. She lives in an independent living community. It’s really just a big hotel-looking building with little apartments in it and a rec room for bingo. It’s a very nice place but I always feel like I’m walking back in time when I go there.  Ornate furniture lines the lobby with grandfather clocks … Continue reading Ironing to the Oldies