7 August 2026
My wife and I are heading out for our annual immunizations today. Hmm⌠that really does sound like something only a senior citizen would say, doesnât it. Still, it feels like an outingâan adventure, even. We have somewhere to go, something on the calendar, a mission.
I havenât made it down to the senior center yet, though Iâve been thinking about sticking my head in. My wife went once and told me we should go together, but sheâs never mentioned it again. Evidently the lady she went with had been banned from the center. Iâm not sure what the official charge was, but my wife said it had something to do with her allegedly taking an artificial plantâand apparently she was a repeat offender. The police even showed up while my wife was there. I mean honestly, how do you get banned from a senior center?
I donât think that woman is part of my wifeâs gang, the Sew Crazy Quiltersâthe local quilting guild. Theyâre a wild bunch, but I havenât heard of any of them getting kicked out of the senior center. I always picture them in denim vests with a quilted sewing machine on the back and a tiny embroidered âQGâ in the corner. Naturally, âSew Crazyâ would be stitched in an arc over the top like a biker patch.
Every so often they go on whatâs called a shop hopâa list of quilting shops scattered across the region, sometimes pretty far out. The goal is to visit each shop, collect a token, and sign in. I suppose itâs not entirely unlike a bar hop or a poker run that motorcyclists do, just with more fabric and fewer leather vests.
And so our dayâs big mission comes to a gentle, wellâstitched close.
âYou know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.â â George Burns
Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.â â Maurice Chevalier
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