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GEEZER DATING: The Yawner
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Is it a bad sign if a guy on the first date yawns when you're talking? I always thought I was interesting...lol. And he didn't have yellow teeth. darn.
When I tell you that it's incredible that I'm still alive, you can believe it. We lived in a remote part of the Texas Panhandle. I started drinking when I was around age 17...mostly to put me in a fog during the weeknights because of my troubled home life but also because I enjoyed partying with friends on the weekend. Reading, church, and school activities weren't enough for me. I loved everything about drinking, from the wooziness you felt just as the effects of alcohol were starting to wash over you to the time before too much drinking would make you nauseous. When you got to the part where you were throwing up, it wasn't fun anymore. It took a lot of practice to know how to pace yourself to not end up with your head hanging over the toilet. As a child, I lived in a very strict household where Christianity was used as an excuse to control every move we tried to make. We weren't allowed to swim with the opposite sex, nor were we allowed to go to dances....
A friend is assisting me in organizing my blog into a book. She asks me rhetorically, "What makes you unique," and, "How did you become the person you became." I thought about it for a bit and tried to answer her, but I knew this would not result in a one-line answer. I was going to have to dig for that one. I keep falling back on the fact that we're all unique. 'That won't do,' she told me. So, here I go... I have alluded to my background in numerous threads throughout the many stories I've written, but I've never put it into one piece. I was born and raised in a remote area in the Panhandle of Texas. The Panhandle is about 3600 feet above sea level and east/south of New Mexico and the Colorado mountains. We had brutal winters, but the perception of those not from the Panhandle was that we were a hardy bunch to have endured harsh winters. My father got a job with Phillips Petroleum Company shortly after serving in the army duri...
There are good things that happen at the Fallingbrick/Geezer Apartments. There are also good people who want to help those in need, whether it’s to bring food to those staying in their apartment due to illness, to drive someone to doctor’s appointments, or to invite others to lunch. We have advancing age in common, and it doesn’t take much for any of us to need help. I worry about those living here who have dementia. One woman constantly walks around the building. She gets very confused when one tries to converse with her and cannot respond coherently. I’ve seen her walk down the street and wonder if there will come a time when she’s unable to find her way back to the building. A couple moved here a few months ago. The husband follows his wife around, never speaks to anyone, and is apparently suffering from dementia. Often, the couple will sit in the common area while he usually sleeps...
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