In my last post, I described some of the insanity that takes place when the game of Bingo is played here. I also promised to tell you about something called ‘Chocolate Bingo’, so here goes. Chocolate Bingo is played exactly the same way that regular Bingo games are played. The only difference is that instead of some money going to the winner, he or she gets to choose from an assortment of chocolate candies as a reward. Some people have been complaining that the game is fixed because the overweight women are winning most of the time and they think that the caller might be in collusion with them. They think there is a cover up. Personally, I think that they have been watching too much Fox News these days. Continue reading
Here in Florida, where there are more senior care facilities than there are hairs on your head, they all compete for your business once you reach retirement age. The way they do that is by telling you of the various amenities that their facility provides. Those facilities may include a swimming pool, (a MUST in this climate), either two or three meals a day, weekly housekeeping privileges, nightly entertainment, on site medical assistance, daily shuttle service into town and various daily activities. Those daily activities usually include games that do not require much physical activity, (remember we are talking elderly people here), such as Bean Bag baseball, Indoor Bocci Ball, Outdoor Horseshoe Pitching, (except during the hot summer months, when just holding a metal horseshoe might give you third degree burns), Board games like Checkers or Chess and any number of card games. The number one activity, of course, is Bingo which is scheduled on the nights when they don’t have an entertainer performing – usually 3 nights a week. The higher priced senior facilities can afford to bring in well known entertainers, while the less expensive facilities provide some local performers who are willing to play some music or sing a few songs for a smaller fee. Continue reading
About a year ago, a story appeared in the local newspapers and was a featured story on the Channel 2 News, concerning a squirrel that was attacking residents in a senior facility in Deltona, Florida, named Sterling Court. I was there at the time and I still reside there.
Every so often, to cure our monotony and to keep our brains functioning properly, someone comes up with a good riddle. Some of them are downright silly and a bit childish but some of them are really tricky. If we find one that is also humorous, we’ve got a winner. Such was the case a little while ago when one of the men at my table threw one at us. This was his riddle:
Here in the Independent Living Facility in Florida, known as Sterling Court, there is no ‘reserved seating’ during mealtimes in our dining room. New residents are encouraged to sit at different tables from time to time, in order to become acquainted with other people and establish friendships. It’s a nice idea but, once you become attached to the people you seem to have most in common with, you tend to sit with those people all the time. Personally, as I have been circulating and becoming acquainted with people from different parts of the country and the world, I have learned many things from those people that I never knew before.
When a person reaches retirement age and decides that he is going to move down to Florida to spend the rest of his years, he must first go down to look around for a place to live. Now, looking for a retirement community in Florida is like trying to single out a particular star up in heaven at night. The choices are endless. First, you have to decide on location. Is the facility near an airport, so that the kids will be able to fly in to visit? If there is no airport within 30 minutes, you don’t even look at it. Now, you look at the facility from the outside. Does it look rich enough so that when you send pictures to your friends back home, they will envy you while they are freezing their asses off in the winter time? Continue reading
When I found out that a friend of mine had moved down to Florida and was now living not too far away from me, I decided to pay him a visit. We arranged to meet at his new home and perhaps go to lunch afterwards. Little did I know what I was in for. The senior facility that my friend had moved in to was known as a ‘gated and guarded community’ which meant that I had to stop at the gate and see a guard before being allowed to enter. It was only about a 20 minute drive from where I lived and so the morning ride was a very pleasant one. Continue reading