Okay, I went to the annual Valentine Dinner/Dance at the club house in our little commune. It all started promptly at 6:00 p.m. and ended at 9:30 p.m. so most of the folks might stay before it was bed time. The food was good, and easy to chew, and there was a band - a three piece band.
As I sat wondering why I was there, I wondered why the band played while everyone was greeting each other. Reality is that most the folks there can’t hear with their aids turned on high, and the band just added more noise. I sat between my financial controller and one of my granddaughters. Neither of them had any interest in anything I might have to say. The other people at the table, and they were younger, didn’t talk much because they couldn’t hear either.
Then the dance. There is just something not right about trying to dance with a walker. The motorized wheelchairs looked more like bumper cars. The band played on.
As usual, the attire was semi-formal. I took that to mean that I could wear jeans. My financial controller did not. I was not allowed to wear my Snoopy tie. It’s a really nice tie and I’ve had it a long time - 1980's.
When things really got to hopping - everyone lined up to get their picture made, while the band played on, I saw a light and ran toward it. Outside and on the way home.
It was past my bedtime.
PMO
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