I'm checking out senior living at PebbleCreek Resort in Goodyear, Arizona. So far, I'm 'a-seein' and I'm a-likin'.' This place has it all: sports of all kinds including 45 holes of golf, a theater, restaurants and lounges and an arts and crafts center to die for!
A group of seven of us go to Happy Hour at P.F. Chang’s. (During my stay with friends Carol and Don, I learn that today's senior views happy hour as the answer to what my folks used to call the Early Bird Special.) For $50.00 we gorge ourselves on fried, crispy green beans; lettuce wraps; pork and chicken dumplings; edamame potstickers and drinks. (I’m an instant fan of the barkeep after my Johnny Walker Black on the rocks arrives. It’s served in a small water glass and filled to the brim.)One of our party, Connie, launches into a description about the many malaises and mishaps of her neighbors – standard dinner table conversation among seniors, one must suppose. It gives one pause, however, to consider playing 18 holes of golf one day, playing a hot and heavy game of bridge that night and falling down dead the next day. She becomes more animinated, providing gory in-depth descriptions and relishing their affect on her listeners. Her stories become so bizarre, with each one more gruesome than the next, our table is soon in hysterics. The tales were becoming almost surreal in their number and horrific detail, after all.
A ride through the neighborhood reveals the occasional RV parked in front of a resident's abode, waiting to be filled with supplies (the CC&Rs allow you to park your RV in front for two or three days at the most). These people are living life to the fullest, I think. Where else on earth can you live like this for so little? We Americans are truly a privileged people. I guess if we’ve all got to go, a retirement community such as this is one of the best routes to an exit you could have. I think you just have to remember to keep the discussions of more somber events away from the supper table.
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