Dr. Bill provided the entertainment last night. He has a very delightful voice, picks his selections with care and sings just the right amount of time. Dorothy Carmichael is a very accomplished pianist and accompanied his selections. It was a very nice evening…and on top of that, we had a good meal of steak, shrimp, really hot and good baked potatoes, good veggies, salad, rolls and cheese cake. The champagne punch was way too sweet, as were the dessert and salad but most people seemed not to care. I’ve learned just to pass them by. The special events don’t cost any more…we just exchange our noon meal for the event. It’s a good thing.
Former Ellsworthites, Don and Barbara Smischny, attend many of the functions in the main Palace building. They live independently in a townhouse on the Palace grounds and enjoy many of the activities offered here….especially bridge and special events.They haven’t changed a bit…except maybe to look younger from being rid of a demanding job.
I sat at a table last night with Ginny Frederick, Joy Mansfield and a long time bestie, Margie Eberhart Wilson (above). If there is humor to be found in something, the four of us will find it.
Joy Mansfield, a new good friend who was my mentor through my surgery and recuperation. She had serious by-pass and valve replacement/aneurism surgery prior to mine. Without elaborating, I know for a fact that the two of us are the luckiest people in Salina to have picked the right surgeons for our operations. We came way too close to falling into the wrong hands and most likely would not have survived. Lucky us, we say. The table decoration should have disappeared.
Hazel Beggs. I’m waiting for her to offer me free range of her wardrobe. She always looks so nice.
Ally is returning home today. She has helped me since Friday trying to figure out the safest way to shower and take care of other daily necessities. Today we’re going to try to rustle up a shepherd’s crook for my bed and a shower chair. Those things will help me long into the future so I’ll try to add them to my apartment .I’m almost walking alone and can manage independent living well. It takes me longer to do things than before, but they will get done. I’m getting stronger each day and ready to move on. Spring is here, or so it seems, and I’m ready to enjoy being out and about.
And, my misplaced phone charger, and kindle charger have surfaced. I knew they would. This is the safest place in the world to live…I’m convinced. I never feel the need to lock my door…and I usually leave the front door open. Nothing has ever disappeared…and my neighbors are welcome to come and go….and borrow something they want. I’ve not always made good choices in my life, but I was right about deciding to move here….my last move. I love it here and have everything I need
And, since I have such cool grand kids, and this is such a good picture of my mountain man, I’ve included it to give some balance to the age issue of my postings. Here’s grandson Drew doing what he loves most…looking down from mountain tops. He’s pointing at the next challenge…that peak in the distance. Or, maybe he’s letting us know he climbed that one last summer.
Come see me when you can….and thanks for tuning in…