While there, I met a new resident (two weeks). She’s a published author -- Christian literature and an entrepreneur -- researching ways to market a white sauce she’s come up with for pasta.
Interesting woman. I suggested she give us a taste at the next potluck.
I also officially met a new resident I recalled seeing at the Pool Party -- tall, extremely handsome, fit Hispanic gentleman. He seemed a bit challenged in the English language and his accent was so thick that I had difficulty understanding what he was saying but who cares because, when he shook my hand, he felt warm and electric.
Finally, some eye candy around here. But I’m no fool. A good looking guy like that … no way is he not married and living here with a wife.
Also while in the Community Room, I learned yet another Activities Director has been hired (third in the four years I’ve lived here), that monthly Bingo is back on (September 14) as are the casino trips (September 8).
Yes for me to bingo; No to the casino – unless I see Tall, Handsome, Fit has signed up and he’s alone <wink>.
Just before heading back to my unit, in walks the senior I’d come across in distress on the 18th.
Me: Hi, how are you?
“Still dizzy and fainting, but I’m okay.”
“Did your son ever show up?”
“No. He was here but said he can’t come all the time. It’s a long drive."
First she said “no” the son did not come. Then she said “he was here”, so she’s dizzy, faint and still having problems with confusion. If you will recall, when I’d driven her back to the complex, she knew which building she lived in, but could not remember which unit. Bless her heart.
The senior went on to announce, “Ladies, next week is my birthday. I’ll be 93.”
There was clapping, congratulations, oohs and aahs at having reached such a milestone.
Then, Younger Sister asked, “What day?”
“October 3rd.”
“Next week is September. You mean September 3rd.”
“Yes, next week, October 3rd.”
“But next week is September.”
“Yes, September 3rd.”
“Oh, you mean September not October?”
“Yes, October 3rd.”
“September 3rd or October 3rd?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
Younger Sister is just turning 50, and doesn't yet get us old folks have these moments of confusion. So, to end the back, forth, clue Younger Sister in, I said to the senior, "Bless your heart."
Younger Sister caught what I was trying to transmit and ended it with, "Ohhhh … yes … bless your heart.”
So sad about the older lady. Wonder if she really will be 93 or if she is a different age. I sometimes have to stop and think about my own age. The years just go so quickly. In another 30 years I will be 93. Wonder if I'll be able to declare age and birthdate?
ReplyDeleteI can't remember my age now. Honestly. I get confused, when asked, as to whether I'm still 71 or have had my 72nd birthday. I literally have to figure it out mathematically from date of birth.
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