Phyllis, through this winter, has had park residents from several states put on a program at the regular 4:00 pm Thursday Meet & Greet telling about their state. Thursday was Michigan and they did a good job telling about different aspects of their state with lots of statistics to back it up.
Best hamburger you can come up with.
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| Gluing on a repair piece -- even stools need fixed sometime. |
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| This is a pair of jeans I have been wearing for years -- just spotted this print on the pocket side of the pants. Had not seen it before! |
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| Got to show you my "solar heater" - some frozen hot dogs in the sun sitting under the microwave lid. Worked good! |
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| Was a bit warm Tuesday when driving back from McAllen after Barbershop Chorus practice. |
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| Had to take this photo so Phyllis' sister could see it! |
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| Since I missed Terry Smith's show here in Kenwood last Sunday as I had a Barbershop performance at the same time, we drove to Donna Tuesday evening to catch is show there. Really enjoy him. |
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| Had a good crowd at "Quiet Village II" |
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| Someone, unknown, made this platform for the director and had it delivered Tuesday. Though Herb stood on it for a few seconds, he said he wouldn't use it. |
We had arranged for one of the quartets from Men of A-Chord to perform after our "50-year Wedding Anniversary" party Saturday night, but just this morning got a call that one of them is in the hospital so they won't make it. At this late date will just not have a program after the "more than 50 year" couples are introduced --- just go directly to the cake and ice-cream.
GROANER’S CORNER:(( Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than ten years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
"How old are you?"
"I'm four and a half."
You're never 36 and a half . . . You're four and a half going on 5.
You get into your teens; now they can't hold you back.
You jump to the next number. "How old are you?"
"I'm gonna be 16." You could be 12, but you're gonna be 16. Eventually.
Then the great day of your life; you become 21.
Even the words sound like a ceremony.
You BECOME 21 . . . Yes!!
Then you turn 30. What happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED! We had to throw him out. What's wrong?
What changed? You BECOME 21; you TURN 30.
Then you're PUSHING 40 . . . stay over there. You REACH 50.
You BECOME 21; you TURN 30; You're PUSHING 40; you REACH 50; then you MAKE IT to 60.
By then you've built up so much speed, you HIT 70. After that, it's a day by day thing. You HIT Wednesday . . .
You get into your 80's; you HIT lunch, you HIT 4:30. My grandmother won't even buy green bananas. "Well, it's an investment, you know, and maybe a bad one." And it doesn't end there . . .
In the 90's, you start going backwards. "I was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens; if you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
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A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children fell to discussing the dog's duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster. "No," said another, "he's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."
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"How old are you?"
"I'm four and a half."
You're never 36 and a half . . . You're four and a half going on 5.
You get into your teens; now they can't hold you back.
You jump to the next number. "How old are you?"
"I'm gonna be 16." You could be 12, but you're gonna be 16. Eventually.
Then the great day of your life; you become 21.
Even the words sound like a ceremony.
You BECOME 21 . . . Yes!!
Then you turn 30. What happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED! We had to throw him out. What's wrong?
What changed? You BECOME 21; you TURN 30.
Then you're PUSHING 40 . . . stay over there. You REACH 50.
You BECOME 21; you TURN 30; You're PUSHING 40; you REACH 50; then you MAKE IT to 60.
By then you've built up so much speed, you HIT 70. After that, it's a day by day thing. You HIT Wednesday . . .
You get into your 80's; you HIT lunch, you HIT 4:30. My grandmother won't even buy green bananas. "Well, it's an investment, you know, and maybe a bad one." And it doesn't end there . . .
In the 90's, you start going backwards. "I was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens; if you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
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A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children fell to discussing the dog's duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster. "No," said another, "he's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."
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Later, some time --- Lynn
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