Stef just came back from visiting my folks. Where they live having your 22 year old granddaughter visit and visibly spend time gets you rock star status! She and they had a fabulous time. Harold and Betty, my parents, are not kids but they’re sharp and active and have lots of friends.
Stef and I have discussed the reality show potential of my folk’s condo. The show writes itself!
“She doesn’t have a mirror?” That’s my mother asking Stef is she noticed a neighbor walking by.
It’s just like Real World or The Hills, except everyone’s a lot older–but it’s really the same.
They all have money without working, spend lots of time in social situations and… well let’s just say sexual freedom and Viagra have hit South Florida and it’s singles! And there are lots of yentas to supply the narrative.
This is an exciting and scary time for my dad. He totally lost the use of one eye while here in Connecticut. Now the good eye is awful courtesy of cataracts. I know it’s awful because he’ll have surgery in a few weeks to correct it. When you only have one eye you don’t go into eye surgery lightly.
One of the good stories Stef told me was of her time with my friend John who recently moved to Florida. I’ve probably known John for 15 years–maybe more.
John came as a team the day I met my friend Kevin. Like Kevin he’s a ‘shirt off his back’ kinds guy.
Stef has seen John but never really spent time with him or Alyce, his wife. That changed this week. There are good stories from the dinner the five of them had.
It was John who drove my parents to pick up Stef at the airport and drove them back earlier today. I’m not sure how I could ever repay that kind of dedicated friendship.
It’s no surprise John dd this, because it’s simply what he does. In South Florida a person like John is called a mensch.
So, Stef is back. My folks can recuperate as we begin the process of getting Stef ready to ship out.