Nope - I didn't spell it wrong. Many years ago (actually seems like yesterday) I may have "raised cain" once in awhile but I don't think my parents ever knew it. Raising cain is sort of like raising hell only more acceptable - I guess. But that was back when white bucks were the thing - I may be a gramma but give me my CROCS now.
Our senior lifestyle in our new digs is turning out quite enjoyable. We have no time to sit in the rocking chair (although I'd like to once in a while).
One of my newest adventures is singing in a group of residents that entertains here and at other adult communities in the area. Rehearsals may be suspect at times but performances usually work out well. Yesterday we all took a trip into Philadelphia to sing for a "sister complex". The 9 woman wear red and gold print blazers over black slacks and tops that coordinate with the 9 men's gold and red print vests over black trousers, white shirts and black bow ties. I'd say a pretty sharp group (do I dare say for our age).
We do our best to present our best in a "let us entertain you" way.
After the well received performance, we accepted the ovation followed by cookies and lemonade refreshments and individual thanks. (As a side note: Just because we are in our 70's and 80's, we really do not need our taste buds to be shocked into gear by alternating bites of sweet cookies with sips of sour lemonade.)
As I went to collect my pocketbook, this lovely lady stopped me to say how much she enjoyed the show. The music was wonderful but there was one thing that truly amazed her. By now I was pretty pumped up. Thank you - what was the amazing part? Ready -
"NONE OF US USED A CANE"
The gush of air that followed was the sound of my ego being punctured.
I know that we have problems once in awhile getting smoothly up and down between songs but I guess we should be happy that no canes are needed and if they should be in the future, we will go on entertaining with gusto and if necessary have fun raising cane.
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