Seniors in Seattle

I’m getting all sorts of stories by volunteering at the senior center. Today a couple in their mid-80s came in to check out the place and they were pleased with all the free offerings. The husband told me that they had been married for 56 years – “2 decent ones and 54 years of abuse.” The wife said that he was fine company except for his obsession with football, and that she planned to murder him this Sunday during the Seahawks playoff game. Not missing a beat, I offered the phone number of a social worker for counseling and suggested she look into our legal advocacy services. We all had a good laugh. It felt so familiar, and I realized I had gone back in time and was chatting with replicas of my parents, when they were both still healthy and funny. It was delightful to have a glimpse of that love again.

The center is pursuing a liquor license to expand its appeal (and revenue). Apparently there’s a new law allowing distinct licensure for senior centers, with few restrictions other than keeping minor children away from the booze. Washington State isn’t just about giving bartenders more work. There are now guidelines for “bud-tending.” Along with medical marijuana dispensaries, wedding and private party planners are hiring folks who “must have a ridiculous sense of humor, squeaky-clean criminal record and an appreciation for platinum-level customer service” - I found this description on simplyhired.com. Not to minimize the benefit to patients who want high quality pot for legitimate reasons, but can you imagine what kinds of recreational programs could be available at retirement facilities as the boomers age?

Meanwhile, Dad is doing well and enjoying himself. He doubled his cocktail intake at happy hour yesterday, adjusted his insulin accordingly, and then excelled at the “You Play the Judge” trivia competition today. I never cease to be amazed at his resilience.