THE POLYESTER PLACE.

It is Thursday morning, March the 11th. We also are nine days away from the official first day of Spring. I would love to try my hand at a garden but I find a hundred excuses why I don't. I probably will use those excuses again this year.

Yesterday I went to lunch with a friend at the Polyester Place. We go once in awhile. The Polyester place being the Senor citizens. You can have lunch piled high on you tray for only three dollars. That my friend is a bargain. Yesterday was Taco salad, mixed fruit, chips, pudding, milk, juice, tea, the list goes on.The only bad aspect of the Polyester lunch is they herd you through line. Its like being in grade school. They send a table at a time, the ladies stand behind the line scooping the food onto the trays. Yesterday my lettuce adorned my pudding as it edged its way into the chocolate blob. You certainly get lots of food for your money though.

The seniors comes in all packages, some so old they hardly make it through the line. Some can't get there and volunteers carry their trays to them. Spirits seem high, they laugh and joke with each other. But the head lady announces each day, "Do not take any food home with you." You see people look nervously at their purses where they have just snuck a baggie of chicken to have for their dinner. Excuse me, whats the deal about a few left overs making there way home with a little old lady. "Its government rules. Now that you can't blame on "Obama" they had that rule before he took office. They take dogie bags home from restaurants. But they don't allow it at a government run club.

You get older and I am here to tell you to tell you everyone starts treating you like your have become a child again. I sat and watched people while I was there. One of the men who volunteers turned ninety-three yesterday. He passes out the milk as you slowly make your way through the line. He smiles, jokes. I love interacting with people that are old enough to be my parent. The amount of those people are getting smaller each day. So I get a smug feeling when I smile back at them. You are old, I think, very old. If you are old enough to be my parent than you are pretty old. But he doesn't act ninety-three. He's like Evelyn across the street. You know the lady who is ninety-six. They do not know they are old. They are too busy living their life's to sit around saying they are old. Some people I find get old earlier than others. Oh I know some people have more health problems, but aging is a state of mind.
There are people who are older that have health problems and they still squeeze every day they are alive for every second they can. I want to be just like those people.


So sorry kids if you happen across this page today. I will not age gracefully. My hair will probably be God knows what color in a given year. I will be wearing clothes that most won't care for. I will be doing silly things like writing this Blog. I refuse to sit and worry I might be not long for this world. I will do my leg raises. But the older I get cellulite is coming faster than the leg raises can be raised. I have wrote on this subject before I know. But I can be redundant if I want.

So sometime if you are wanting a good cheap lunch. If you are not sixty-two or older it costs five dollars, but still, come on, that's a bargain. You can drop by and see what old age has in store for you. You can see the smiling faces as they trudge fearlessly into the unknown, Old Age. Try it, it might be fun.