Okay, I’ve started getting some quiz responses, which means that I didn’t make one point clear: please hold your answers until the last day and then send all 10 answers to me directly in a single email at email@example.com. If you post them on the blog, you may be giving out some hard-earned points to other players.
Last night was a treat – we had sushi and Kirin Ichiban beer during a delightful dinner out with Michelle and John Uss, folks from Connecticut who are staying in The Villages for a couple of months. They have wintered down here since 2008, and are looking forward to finishing the W word (that’s spelled w-o-r-k… c’mon, all you retirees out there remember what that was, don’t you?). Michelle had attended a talk that Suzanne had presented to the Virginia Trace Ladies Club; then Michelle and John attended Suzanne’s S.O.A.R! Workshop last week. It was great getting to know them both; Michelle is a gifted pianist, but has a day job as a realtor. John is Michelle’s paperwork gopher, sign poster, and all-around dog’sbody. Oh, and he has a realtor’s license as well, but he is really a sailor. I don’t often get to hear sailing stories anymore, and John had some good ones, like when he got hit in the head with the sailboat’s boom. That’s why it’s named that, John. We will overlook who had the wheel when this incident occured. It didn’t seem to affect his sense of humor, but he did have this little twitch that worried me a bit…. This photo is of us and Uss’… (I know they have never heard that one before…)
I will close with a brief recounting of my recent discussion with a cute, young, buxom nurse at the dentist’s office. “Sir, you have to take these antibiotics before your procedure. Here is the prescription.” “Thanks, Buffy, let me make sure I can understand the directions… let’s see, take four pills before sex? Is that right? Ha-ha… snort…” Lovely nurse Buffy instantly mutated into Nurse Diesel from “High Anxiety”, gave me a withering look and said, “Sir, Sx is an abbreviation for surgery, not sex.” “Oh. Sorry… I’ll just see myself out…” (I related this episode to My Lovely Bride, and strangely enough, not only didn’t she laugh, but she threw a shoe at me. Women… I will never understand them.)