Here’s a picture of nursing home residents I took from the Internet.  In Belgium the facility is called a “care home”.

I met this morning with the volunteer co-ordinator of a care home near me.  She agreed to accept me as a volunteer.  Over time I get to be with the dementia unit residents.  That’s what I want.

I now have the motivation to study Dutch again.  I quit a year-and-a-half ago, saying it was “too hard”.  And now … a chapter re-opening.  I have my notes from Levels One and Two, and the Babbel language app.  My next appearance at the care home is on December 22.  Some basic Dutch will flow from my mouth that day.

The care home is around the corner from my music school.  Both venues are offering huge challenges.  And both will give me moments of immense happiness.  Plus they are only a fifteen-minute walk from home.

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Who would have thought this five years ago?

Bruce’s future:

Living in Europe

At home in a medieval city in Belgium

Playing cello again after 56 years

Singing at open mic sessions

Being with nursing home residents

Such happiness