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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.
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...
I joined a friend yesterday as she made her bi-weekly Meals on Wheels rounds. It’s been many years since I delivered Meals on Wheels in Dallas with my young daughter in tow on Thanksgiving. Our deliveries were mainly to the elderly living alone in public housing. I vividly remember how happy they were to see two faces at their door. The meal was secondary. Fifteen years earlier, I was a frequent visitor to “the projects” in South Dallas as part of my caseworker job at Dallas County Mental Health and Mental Retardation. While the government-provided apartments were small and unadorned, they were sufficient to house a family. Again, the people living in those apartments were no different than you or me, but life was undoubtedly more of a struggle. I always felt welcome in their homes and never felt unsafe in the neighborhood. Oh, I’m aware that people of all economic levels live in var...
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