A couple days ago, the Senior Center had a lunch outing planned for Red Lobster. I had a couple good reasons for going, no matter how my noggin was handling the long covid:
1. I haven’t seen Elaine, Claire, Rose or Margie (they don’t frequent the center, only go on restaurant outings) since my last outing on February 9.
2. I’ve never been to Red Lobster, and with their recent bankruptcy, I may not get another chance!
That’s Rose in the yellow & blue striped nautical sweater, more on this special person shortly
After we piled into the Access shuttle, I began feeling that familiar pressure building up in my head & sinuses.
I muttered “Do whatever you want, I’m still going” and Margie turned around in her seat and said “Are you behaving back there? I hear you talking to yourself!” It was funny, but when you’ve been living like a hermit for 4 months and only talking to 1-2 persons on the phone, you tend to get a little eccentric.
Anyway, this was one of my favorite lunch outings ever. The restaurant seated us at a humongous round table, so I got to enjoy the company of everyone, with Evvie by my side. The food was delicious (they kept bringing out baskets of hot Cheddar Bay biscuits) and no lie, I ordered a Pepsi (my first one in years) and it tasted like the best one I’ve ever had.
I was a little surprised at all the drinking—Dennis and Paul polished off 6 Alabama Slammers and red wines, Rose had a draft beer in a glass that was 12” high and Evvie had a pretty potent Seven Seas margarita; these people don’t mess around!
I only managed to get a couple usable photos, my Motorola smartphone doesn’t do too well in the dark (but a new phone and camera are coming soon).
Dennis (left) and Paul. Dennis (a 3 pack a day smoker for 45 years) lost his voice in February so he recently quit smoking and has gone one week without a cigarette. I’m really impressed!
My Sailors Platter: shrimp in a garlic butter wine sauce, breaded shrimp, crispy curled flounder and baked potato. I usually eat half my lunch and take the other half home for dinner, but I scarfed this whole thing down!
After our meal, while we waited outside for our ride home, I complimented Rose (in the yellow and navy striped sweater at the top) on her pretty necklace. It had an open heart pendant displaying a small color portrait of a handsome man.
I said “May I ask who the gentleman is? Your husband?” Rose said “Yes, a wonderful man.” I said “Is he no longer with us?” She said “He died was 60.” I said “So he passed at age 60? That’s very young.” She said “No, he died in 1960.”
What? That honestly startled me. I know Rose has two children who talked her into moving back to Pennsylvania from Florida some years back. But she was married, had a family and lost her husband, all before I was even born?
She must’ve sensed my puzzlement, she said “I’m 93, you know.” No I didn’t know that—but I just watched this woman eat a hearty sesame-soy salmon bowl and drink an entire foot tall draft. I would’ve guessed her age at 75, tops.
We were the last two riders on the Access shuttle and had a friendly chat.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say here, I was just amazed at her energy and vitality. I don’t have a death wish, but in the last 6-7 years I’ve dealt with so many medical issues I’ve sometimes wondered if I’m going to make it to 70, let alone 20 plus years after that. Rose manages to make it look both doable and something to enjoy while you’re at it. Thanks Rose.
Happy Memorial Day, Everyone