Admittedly some firsts are more exciting than others; nonetheless, I continue to search for new experiences regularly.
It was a quiet week at the creek. Pokeno Sunday night hosted by one of the few resident couples. It was my neighbor’s turn to provide desert; volcanic brownies (I think). I went for the brownies and ice-cream. My Pokeno experience is limited, it may have been the second or third time I joined the group.
The first time, I ran out of pennies and had to “borrow” from one of the other players. Pokeno * is similar to Bingo. Instead of numbers, the play cards have suits of cards. Different combinations, straight flush, four of a kind, full house, four corners, etc wins; also there is “Pokeno” and I’m not sure what that is other than filling a row or column. Players take turns calling, from a deck of cards. I’m not a card player. Hearts and Diamonds are red and shapes obvious; Spades and Clubs are black but I always have to stop and think which is which. Sometimes when I’m calling, I call the wrong suite. The crowd is understanding, but I still don’t like to err.
Pokeno is played every Sunday at their home, Thursdays they play another game which I’ve never attempted.
Monday four of us creekites enjoyed lunch at Appleby’s to celebrate the upcoming birthday of one and approaching hip replacement of another. Following lunch, we went shopping at a local boutique featuring fashions “for real women.” This same boutique does an annual fashion show here in one of the clubhouses; residents are the models.
Although each of the four of us tried on several items, only two left with purchases. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular nor did I know ahead of time the shopping was part of the afternoon’s plan. Three of us put our name a list of potential models for a show the boutique will do as an upcoming fall fundraiser for a children’s organization. We’ll see what happens.
Tuesday evening was “Movie Night,” summer replacement for Bingo at the clubhouse. One of my spontaneous volunteer stints include assisting with the set-up for Movie Nights. I prepare microwave popcorn for up to twelve movie goers. Watch the movie, clean-up and go home. Every Tuesday until Bingo begins again.
Friday night was back to karaoke, Christmas in July week. My selection was Jingle Bell Rock; I did ok. Also took a turn with What a Difference a Day Makes – needs phrasing practice but will do it again. Second stop karaoke one of the performers invited me to back her up on air guitar! My friend, who really can sing, posted what she hoped to be a video but wasn’t, on FaceBook. I used it briefly for my profile photo.
Saturday there was a dance in the clubhouse. As part of the decorating committee, I was there at 10:00 a.m. to spruce up the hall. Dance began at 7. Good friends, neighbors, music, shared snacks and BYOB. Each table had card board guitars about two feet long. Weeeellll, I never pass up an air guitar opportunity, all the better with a prop. I rocked! I also discovered air sax; got laughs, cheers and applause…a ham/star was born!
One of my creek friend’s had her 16 year old grand daughter visiting. She was the belle of the ball and willingly accepted dance invites from a couple of the resident gents. The dance was over at 9:00 and she was ready to go on for another adventure. She had eyed Hamburger Mary’s** earlier that afternoon while out and about with Mima. They invited my neighbor and I to join them.
Mima assumed Hamburger Mary’s is a hamburger joint; her grand daughter knew otherwise. They do serve hamburgers; they also have floor shows on Friday and Saturday evenings. Vegas style “show girls.” Their logo says, “Eat, Drink and be Mary,” not merry. Mary. The performers are men. Their makeup, costume, and bodies are incredibly female in appearance. One of them, gorgeous. I have seen men dressed as women perform before but never that up close. Ok, the makeup was a little over the top, but it was for a show. Curious as I am, couldn’t help but wonder what they look like off stage and out of costume. I must add, that my neighbor went into the ladies room, and some of the performers where in there awaiting there call to the stage. That’s all I know.
Transgender *** is not the same as being a cross dresser, sexual orientation, or gender identity – terms used to describe individuals who are usually not heterosexual. It is what it is. Although, some will argue that sexual orientation is a choice, I’m in the group that believes people are born with genetic chromosomes that make the determination. Many people are still uncomfortable and uneducated regarding the struggles common among the gay communities.# Given the tribulations, why would any one choose to be gay?
Please take a moment to log onto the links provided with information including the high percentage of gays exhibiting depression. The numbers of youthful suicides associated with the fear of “coming out.” Love. Understanding. Acceptance.
That being said, it is the responsibility of every one to learn more about people who may be different from ourselves. As I sat down to write this blog I had just gotten off the phone with my satellite TV provider regarding billing and channels that I am being charged for but couldn’t find (there are hundreds of numbers – I grew up with only three – give me a break). As she gave me the number for STARZ I clicked on it and discovered the movie, Philadelphia was https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philadelphia_(film) about to begin. I have never seen it, but always wanted to.
As a kid, it seems that I was inclined to make friends with the kid(s) no one else wanted to befriend. My heart always had a soft spot for those shunned, weird, different or left out. It is only natural, then that I support gay rights, was ecstatic when corporations began to make benefit packages available to same sex partners and when the law changed to recognize same sex marriages. Love is love. It is what it is. ALL LIVES MATTER. Before retiring, I volunteered as an adviser to the UM chapter of LGBT. I was amazed that these brilliant and talented students’ met with parental disapproval and/or unawareness. Luckily, they had support available to them on campus and enough confidence and strength to pursue their own paths.
My personal anthem is John Lennon’s, Imagine… http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?lyrics=1094
Imagine all the people living life in peace.
Imagine all the people sharing all the world.
Imagine. Ask. Believe. Love.