The Beauty of Being Old

When you’re old -ish almost everything is an adventure: like when I poured coolant into the windshield cleaning receptacle of my car.

My friend Rilla, whose husband is a mechanic, borrowed a pump from him and managed to suck up all the fluid that was wrongly meant to go into the radiator. 

Now if I had poured windshield washer into the radiator, that might have been a bigger problem.

I was away from home yesterday when the ” surprize” fire drill at Silver Birch Lodge occured. My husband, George, has hearing problems and had slept right through the blaring of the fire alarm.

It was noted that he was missing during the muster of Silver Birch Lodge tenants by fully outfitted fire department volunteers.

George was jostled awake by a large, masked, helmeted, fireman.

He admitted later that he’d definitely been surprized.

“I thought it was Satan taking me away to Hell,” he said.