On a lighter note, I take delight in defying my dragon lady niece, (Ash's mother) and sneaking into the old shed and firing up the only new car I ever bought new. It terrorizes her.If at 95 you feel relatively healthy, can still think well and can put up with the likes of BE then it is not such a bad thing.
I had a great aunt that lived on her own until she was 100. Looked after herself and her mind operated at full capacity still.
I bought it for myself to celebrate my tenure. It's a 1947 MG TC roadster. She thought she hid the keys from me, but I out witted her. I wait until she is upstairs, then quietly open the shed doors, and veroom! Chase her chickens around the lawn, then I'm off to cruse old highway 25. I feel positively fiendish behind the wheel of that thing. It's very exhilarating.
My niece has a hissy fit.