Living with a Bunch of Old Geezers
March 1, 2020
The Saguaro starts growing arms at around 90 years of age. Proof we can still grow when we are old. |
Majestic Saguaro with this tall guy. |
Soon after we arrived here I mentioned to Steve that there are a lot of “old” people here and some of them are “rickety” - meaning they do not move very well or very fast. Sometimes we get a shock looking in the mirror and realizing we are “old people” too.
There is some discussion among retired folk about the
advantages and disadvantages of living in a retirement community and having
limited time and exposure to people of other ages. The pros include living with people who understand much of the same history and have the same medical
issues - ha! The cons are that it can be depressing to continually see people getting more feeble
and losing their mental acuity.
There are close to 2000 people over the age of 55 here in
the Rincon Country West RV park. I see many of them walk by our RV daily. In
front of the passenger seat in the RV is a perfect place to put my sewing
machine which means when I sew I can watch the world go by. This has been educational.
We are on an outer street and anyone who wants to walk
completely around this RV park (one time around is 1.4 miles) goes by our RV.
There are old people walking their dogs, old people riding their bikes, old people
riding their tricycles, and old people on reclining bikes. And a few of them
walk very slowly, are very bent over, limp, or are using a walker. Many are
walking their dogs and some push their dogs in strollers. And they are all OLD.
Some of them look up and see me sewing and wave and smile. There's my
friend, JoAnn, from Cactus Quilters, who stops to talk. JoAnn walks with a walker and
is grateful for that because before her back surgery a year ago she could not
walk at all.
We
agreed we should try to delay the “rickety” part as long as possible.
So Steve goes to Planet Fitness regularly. Soon after we
arrived in December I started attending a yoga class. I felt it did not
challenge me and thought I could do better on my own. I purchased a set of CD’s
called Yoga Burn. Oh. My. Stars.
There are 3 stages to the Yoga Burn routine and you are
supposed to take 4 weeks to master each stage. It took me 6 weeks to master the
1st stage and the 2nd will take me at least that long as at
first I am unable to even finish the 45 minute workout. When I first began I did a lot of yelling at
the yoga teacher on the video. A lot of “You’ve got to be kidding me!” and “My
leg doesn’t work that way!” and “Are you out of your mind!” and “I can’t do
that!” plus a lot of moaning and groaning. Steve says he found it quite
entertaining- which is why I prefer doing it when he is out of the RV.
But the good thing about this Yoga Burn stuff is that in the
7 weeks I have been doing it, I have gradually felt stronger and have more
energy. So every Monday, Wednesday, and
Friday I make myself (still with a lot of complaining) do the 45 minute
routine. I also do an hour of walking 3 days a week. Because I am trying to avoid “rickety” as long as possible.
A month ago we were driving to Buckeye, near Phoenix, to see
my sister-in-law and help a nephew and his wife and baby move into a new house.
On the way, Steve suddenly felt faint and could feel his heart was out of
rhythm and so he pulled over to let me drive. He put the seat back and got his
feet up and I was trying to decide if we should call an ambulance or keep
driving to a hospital. He gradually felt better but just a bit off the rest of
the day. He continued to have an irregular heart beat now and then ever since.
So Steve saw a cardiologist and wore a monitor that recorded
his heart rate on a small unit the size of a keyfob. Then he got
a call to set up an appointment with an electrocardiologist- someone who
specializes in hearts that “mis-fire”. He has both PVC’s and PAC’s. Magnesium
supplements have helped me reduce my dosage of Metoprolol and were recommended for
Steve also. Interesting.
Every Thursday I spend most of 9a-3p sewing with the Cactus
Quilters. There are all kinds of sewing crafts that one can get involved with -
including things I had never heard of like Brazilian quilting and Hardanger
embroidery. The Cactus Quilters make small quilts to give to the Fisher House
(like Ronald McDonald houses but for families of Veterans at the VA hospital)
and for a domestic abuse shelter, and for anyone here in the park that is ill
or has an injury. The tops are made by volunteers, sandwiched with a batting
and backing and then knotted. I used scraps that are free in the Sewing Room to
make one top.
Comfort quilts ready to give away. |
I usually do the border stitching before the quilt gets knotted. |
I complete the edges of about 7-9 comfort quilts per day. |
On the back of every quilt... |
The sewing room on Thursdays |
There are quilters who make quilts for the veterans in an Alzheimer’s
unit and quilters who make quilts for blind babies that use multiple textures. Even
though pre-midwifery career I sewed multiple quilt tops, I am learning about
new tools and machines I never knew I needed. We even had a Quilt Show here at
the park yesterday with over 150 quilts displayed and many other sewing arts.
This is the quilt top I made from scraps left in the sewing room. |
Steve made himself a new coffee mug. |
The wheel where Steve creates his pottery. |
Some of Steve's recent creations |
Musical events are very frequent here at the park and the
high quality of groups they have brought in have impressed us. We sang along
with an Eagles tribute band and a Neil Diamond tribute group. At the Fox Theater
in the city we enjoyed Pavlo, a classical guitarist, and the amazing Fab Four,
a group that imitates the Beatles better than any other group we have seen.
The University of Arizona is nearby so we were able to enjoy
a beautiful evening with their group of 6 harps and 7 flutes. We did not go to
all that was offered but went to 5 events in January and 4 in February.
So where are we on the question of where to retire? We are having fun, enjoying the many
activities offered here, and like being around “old” people who still want to
learn and improve themselves. When singing along with a whole crowd who knows
all the words to “Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good” it’s easy to
see us coming back here next winter. But I miss my children and grandchildren
badly enough that it won’t be a permanent move. Virginia still calls.
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