Sorry to have been so absent. Is anyone even still there? I had to take a brief hiatus while I tried my hand at being a rock band photographer. I now know that I have missed my calling. Why wasn’t that one of the options on all those vocational tests we had to take in school?
I have been in a major funk over politics and what I feel to be impending doom. It is simply impossible to find humor when one feels that the idiots in government ought to be in prison. It is, indeed, an upside down world.
I could have written about the thriving Boomsters here in SeniorLand. One couple was so considerate they left a baggie of top-grade Maui Wowie for my mom when she was in such pain from her sprained ankle. Neighborliness is always so appreciated.
Or I could have posted about the two Boomster men who came to fisticuffs over the music for the Beach Boys Tribute Dance—even involving the police. But that’s hardly amusing. Well, it was because yet another Boomster claimed she was groped in the ensuing melee and also called the police to file a sexual assault charge. Nothing has come of the Boomsters contributing to the rising crime rate here in SeniorLand but don’t bet against it. (I will resist writing about the older SeniorLand woman who demanded to play through on the golf course. Her reason? “I’m a very well-known person here in SeniorLand.” ‘Nuff said there.)
Actually, crime has been on the rise. There have been three home break-ins by ne’er-do-wells posing as GOLFERS!!! The houses they are hitting are on the golf course. (Of course our house is frequently hit by golfers but with golf balls.) So you see I have yet another thing to worry over.
Our firearms instruction continues. I faithfully practice the 1-2-3-4 drill with the toy Glock and have taken to tucking it in the back of my jeans when I answer the door.
This had my youngest grandson quite intrigued until he pointed out I’d written TOY on it in red nail polish. He said burglars don’t come through the front door and they could probably read “TOY” and not be scared at all. Then he tried to comfort me by saying(and I quote), “Don’t worry about burglars, Grandma. I worry that my ‘coq’ isn’t big enough for my body.” WILL SOMEONE PLEASE HAND ME MAH SALTS!!!!!
So back to worrying about the breakdown of society, etc. It is a nasty circle.