Over the holidays heard the last interview PBS did with Joan Rivers. She was her usual funny and direct self, pulling no punches. I miss her humor, and honesty. Don’t you? I recall when I saw her several years ago in a New York City venue, all in the room were fare game and boy did she have energy.

We need to find another older gal who doesn’t give a sh-t and calls it like it is.

Any takers?

While I attempt to stay non-political, and believe me it’s hard, every so often I depart from this policy.  After seeing this bumper sticker I  feel compelled to share it.

You elect a clown, you get a circus

It’s a crazy world we live in and we need a break before we have a break- a mental one.  All this twitter stuff is affecting everyone’s mental health and while the only way to silence a bully is to ignore them, we need to keep tabs on the news as we need to know what He’s doing.

But, perhaps we could have Twitter close his account one day a week?  I know many share my sentiments.  Anyone who feels the same let me know.  Perhaps we can start a campaign – a good one.  America has always been great and we deserve some calm and peace in our government and who knows maybe this would restore some civility?

Since I moved to my new first floor condo I have become acquainted with frogs. They are everywhere around this community and I enjoy watching them. The babies are very small so I am careful where I walk as I want to stay on good terms with them.

At night they are out in droves and when I walk from the condo club house they are sprinkled over the concrete sidewalk. Often as I get to my door they appear in front of me and I talk to them and their offspring. We have bonded.

Lately I have found the red silk geraniums in my front door clay pots overturned. This was a new phenomenon. Always a handywoman I purchased super glue gel and adhered the glue to the bottom of the 2-inch clay pots cementing the pots to the doorway floor.

Much to my surprise the following morning the pots were intact but the flowers disturbed. This called for future detective work but I shrugged it off and forgot about it. Senior moment.

On the third morning as I left I gazed down at the geranium pot and discovered a frog was sleeping in the silk geranium. The mystery was solved.

The sprinkler system wasn’t working when I moved to this condo. This is a big concern in a Florida condo community. After much work on this 50-year-old babe she began to function within a week.

Sadly, Babe broke down again, but I have found another way to water. I no longer drag buckets of water to my plants, I ice them, and let the Florida sunshine do the rest. So, now when Babe gets testy and breaks down I happily remove my expansive ice tray from the freezer and ice the garden.

This makes the garden and me happy as it continues to grow.

After three years of health problems I was able to resume yoga again. The teacher is amazing and the ability to do a modified downward facing dog has filled me with joy.  All those Yogis out there will understand.  Namaste.

I was invited to lunch for the teacher after practice.  Grateful to be breaking in to Florida society I attended.  I watched everything I said and had a delightful time. Ordered the wrong dish but even though it tasted poorly told everyone it was “DELICIOUS!”  While there I was invited to cards the following week at the senior center.  Life was picking up.

Arriving at the senior center the following week I felt momentary terror.  Once again, I would have to give my name, where I was from and a short bio on what ailment caused me to retire so young.  For those unaware of senior life and having the good fortune of still working this is similar to the thirty second elevator speech used to capture an employer’s interest in an effort to acquire a job.

Inevitably once my speech is begun and I reveal I am a nurse my oration ends in 5 seconds and the other party begins to bemoan every health problem since birth.  Since I am a nurse and trained in empathetic techniques I listen and wonder why am I doing this as a freebie to acquire friends. Hence, I’ve pondered using different occupations perhaps Walmart greeter or tree surgeon?

Upon completion of this portion of the event we begin to discuss how to play cards with the extra person, that being “me.”  As this discussion proceeds I think, “Hello I am in the room,” but remain silent.  Decision completed, the ladies becomes tolerant of me in a friendly way and I concentrate on losing in an effort to avoid insulting anyone.

As I discuss my attempt at a clutter clearing business I am told how could I clear clutter when I splay my cards as I do.  Then there are other little comments and I realize I need to check my conversation style and listen rather than reveal.

Upon departure from the event I decide my tenure as a card player has ended however I will continue to enjoy my modified downward facing dog and seek another venue for my early retirement. Any ideas?  I’m game.  😊