Living on a continuum care campus means people come and go—some move to the Assisted Living or Memory Care building down the road, others to Skilled Nursing across town. A few die and it’s anyone’s guess where they end up. When people leave the trucks or family members swoop in to move their stuff, then maintenance does their thing to get their apartment ready to sell. Afterward, a parade of Looky-Loos on the waiting list go through it and decide if they are ready for the life-changes it takes to live on a continuum care campus. The cycle is steady and as predictable as the changing of the seasons, a doom and gloom reminder that life is fragile and we need to appreciate the here and now.
As new residents pick their way around the public areas they often look like kids who’ve moved to a new school district half way through a semester. They nervously walk into the dining room at noon, not knowing where to sit, hoping they won’t get asked to leave their first choice of tables. But they have nothing to fear at my CCC because someone from our table of fourteen will invite them over. There is always someone who’s been there long after they’ve finished eating who is willing to give up their seat to a newcomer. Of course, the newcomer gets grilled: “Where did you move from?” “What did you do before retirement”? “Do you have family living near-by?” Someone at the table will take it upon themselves to introduce the other residents. “This is our mayor. He knows everything going on here.” “If you want to get involved in the woodshop, talk to this guy.” If you want to join Bridge Club talk to this lady.” “Like Mahjong? Talk to Jean” and so on. We have a self-appointed leader for everything that goes on here including a guy who makes sure all our Amazon, FedEx and post office packages in the mailroom get delivered to our front doors.
We also tell the newcomers, “If you don’t see an activity you like, tell the Life Enrichment Director and she’ll help you start a group.” Some resident ideas stick like Gorilla Glue. For example, the off campus Breakfast Club is well attended, others fail for lack of interest like the Crafter’s Afternoon that was my brain child. (Or should I say brain fart?) The idea was for everyone who does a handcraft like knitting, embroidery or quilting to get together twice a month—like a sewing circle and a show-and-tell rolled into one. Our LED hasn’t taken it off the monthly schedule even though in nearly a year, no one shows up including me and one other woman who quit going after three months. We suspect the director keeps it on the calendar to impress the Looky-Loos with how many choices of activities we have here. There are a few other things on the schedule that are more wishful thinking than actual activities.
A recent newcomer did not tiptoe in quietly. I should have guessed by her long purple hair that our newest resident would make a few waves around here, and she has just by the sheer number of activities she’s joined. It takes most people a while before they start slowly wading into the culture. Not her. She signed up for book club, the Creative Writing Club, the Food Committee and she got herself invited to join the Tuesday Night Conversation group (formerly known as the Secret Society of Liberal Ladies). Last Tuesday as sixteen of us sat around a large conference table for dinner and conversation about national news she dominated as the main speaker. Clearly, she’s a mover and shaker Type A with great skill sets. But she wants us to invite people from the other side of the political aisle to join us "to create an opportunity to dialogue.” Someone pointed out that our group got our start because anytime politics was brought up in the public areas, the conversation would quickly get shut down by people who either didn’t want to hear it or who’d start making highly inflammatory remarks that took away any chance of civil discussion.
A friend of mine read me a letter Ms Purple Hair wrote to the Food Committee where she also came in with guns blazing. She said she had read over the notes from all the past meetings and it was clear that the group had no mission statement or guidelines for what they hope to accomplish. So she proposed that during the first meeting after the summer break they need to write one. God save me from the health nuts who want us all eating like rabbits! Thankfully, we have a kitchen manager whose answer to everything is, “State law does not require Independent Living facilities to furnish calorie counts for all their meals or plan balanced nutrition” or blab, blab, blab. That law is what saves us from having things like onion rings, mashed potatoes and red meat removed from our menu.
She’s joined The Creative Writing Group but other than her letter to the Food Committee I haven’t seen a sample of her work yet. That will come later this week. But I do know one thing: If Ms Purple Hair tries to take over the leadership of the group, I will gladly give up my imaginary gavel. And I will do it with a secret laugh in my gut, knowing I’ve wanted to quit that leadership role a long time ago but no one would let me. That's one cycle of change around here I'd welcome with arms wide open. ©
