Call Me Granny

We got stuck behind a pokey driver this morning, doing 35 in a 55 mph zone. Couldn’t get around him because of the double centerline, so cars were lining up behind us. I wanted to scream because I like to do everything quickly. Wasting time is not an option for me. “Why doesn’t the old geezer speed up?” I asked my husband. “We don’t know a geezer is driving that car,” George said. “It has to be! It’s against the law to go that much under the speed limit and the people behind us are liable to think it’s our fault, that we’re the old people who don’t know how to drive!” “I don’t care what people think,” George said, “which is obvious since I’m driving a car that says Call Me Granny on the back of it.” Oh, yeah. That’s right. A gift bestowed on my little SUV by...

Easter Egg Hunt

Easter egg hunts for the elderly don’t require a team of organizers. The old folks can fill the eggs for a fun activity at the assisted living facility. Great way to keep them busy and happy! The best part is that the seekers themselves can hide the eggs for later discovery because they certainly won’t remember where they placed them. When you reach a certain age, all things become new.

Chocolate, Revisited

Dove dark chocolates, in their unmistakable red foil wrappers, are my favorites. I eat lots of them and everyone, friend and family alike, knows of my great weakness for these tasty little pleasures. When walking our big black dog with my husband on a recent day, I saw one of those red wrappers in the street, the luscious piece of chocolate squished flat by a car tire. Who knows, I may have been the one who dropped it since I always carry an emergency Dove in my pocket, but it distressed me just the same. Such a senseless waste of good chocolate! My greater concern, though, was the chance my dog would see the morsel. Prince is quick to snatch up anything edible he encounters on our walks regardless of how spoiled it might be, so when I saw the flattened chocolate...