Now, on to what’s been going on in my life besides breathing easier now that our country got through inauguration day without any drama. I spent that day channel surfing between three channels from 8:00 AM to midnight starting with watching Trump’s departure and ending with the late night comic’s take on the day. They did not disappoint me. Nothing about the day disappointed me except maybe Garth Brooks singing of Amazing Grace. Jennifer Lopez and Lady Gaga both killed their songs and both looked so happy to be there that they couldn’t hide their living-the-dream Sparkle if they tried. But I hope security thought to look up Gaga’s massive red skirt. She could have hidden a couple rabid assassins under there.
On the personal news front, Monday was the day when
those of us who belong to our local senior hall had to make RSVPs for February and March events, a process that I’ve often compared to the running of the bulls because their
events---lectures, lunches and classes---have limited space and normally they record 1,500 to 1,700 RSVPs over a three day period. This month, however, I talked to someone who works
on the committee that sends out the bi-monthly newsletters and she said since
the pandemic closed the place down for a few months last spring people haven’t been
renewing their memberships. We’re down from roughly 1,500 to 700 members. Shocked the heck out of
me. The place will not survive the pandemic if they keep bleeding members who are trying to save a lousy $15 a year fee.
The newsletter had a lecture I was interested in going to and
I had my RSVP ready for the 9:00 opening bell to ring in my head so I could
send it. Only the first 114 emails received get a lecture confirmation,
any requests after that go on a waiting list. At the last minute I asked myself, “Why
do I want to put myself in contact with that many people during a pandemic just to hear a lecture
about haunted lighthouses?” Even wearing a mask it wouldn’t be safe. So,
another month will go by without me having any social life except for every
two weeks I go to the grocery store. It's been months without me even talking to enough people each month to set up a
foursome for a round of golf. Not that I play the game but I did take 18 lessons back during my Chameleon
Days aka back in my dating days when I thought I needed to do every and
any thing a guy I was dating liked to do. Tennis---I loved the cute little
outfits but hated playing. Lesson taken, a waste of time. I never improved. Snow skiing I loved and I kept going long after the
guy I took lesson for and I broke up only to give up skiing when my
husband came into my life. Yup, I was a chameleon for nearly a decade. Thankfully I never dated a bank
Back on topic: The senior hall’s speakers’ fees are paid for by sponsors our director ferrets out in the community. In exchange for the sponsorships, the sponsors get to set up a table in the back of the room to distribute information on services or goods that are targeted to our age bracket. They come with give-aways to lure you over to their tables like cloth shopping bags, coffee cups, flashlights, key chains, paper pads and pens, but my favorite give-away of all time is a telescoping back scratcher. Handiest damn thing I’ve ever owned. It even has a clip that makes it look like you’ve got an ink pen in your pocket. Before the pandemic I scored my third back scratcher. I keep one in the car, another by my computer and one by my bed. And in case you're wondering, yes, I bath regularly but my poor posture pinches some nerves that make me itch across the back of my shoulders and sometimes it drives me crazy. My best friend all through grade and high school was probably the tallest girl in class and her mom used to make her practice walking around with a book on her head to improve her posture, keep her from slouching. I did it with her a few times, both of us being too silly to keep the books on our heads. I should have kept trying. It worked for her…moms do know best. ©Twitter had fun with Gaga's ensemble, comparing it to a character's gown in The Hunger Games, the one who says, "May the odds be ever in your favor." The gold brooch, many said, looked like the mocking-jay pin in the movie although it was actually a giant, gold dove of peace with an olive branch in its beak. I can't remember the symbolism of the color contrast and military-like top, but she sure set the fashion world on fire. Others said her dress was creating its own six feet social distancing.