Just got back from a week of visiting my dad at "GOOD LIFE" a resort for active seniors...(seniors meaning 55+!) in Mesa, Arizona where the gum chewing drove Vince crazy.
Twelve hundred, 400 square foot trailers 5 feet apart and if there were neighbors that hated each other, I wasn't aware of it.
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| Dad pretending to understand everything Vince is telling him about his (Dad's) new tablet. |
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| Dad (cane) and me (crutches). |
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| Dad pedaling at level 10. |
I met Harris, 90, from Balaton, Minnesota. He'd ridden his bike with a basket to the fitness center then ridden the stationary bike for 30 minutes before riding to the post office to mail his lavender enveloped Christmas cards. I mentioned something to Dad about Harris's degree of activity and he said "Yah, but he only has the exercise bike at level-one."
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| This sign, posted at the Good Life fitness center, must have been effective because I didn't see anyone wrestling the whole time I was there. |
On the flight back the flight attendant acted like the plane couldn't take off until I put my Galaxy Bookshop bag, holding a sandwich, under the seat in front of me. Meanwhile, the woman beside me had an un-anchored one year old in her lap. That doesn't make sense to me.
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