The Social-how it went
It was hot---very, very hot and muggy. So humid that when you stepped from your air-conditioned apartment you thought "Who the heck just threw that soggy blanket over me?"
At noon on the dot, eight residents , sweltering behind their masks, clustered on the small porch of the community room. Two cars had arrived earlier, one bearing a lady with some bags who went right into the community room, and the other with two men in shirt, tie & jackets (UGH) carrying clipboards and
pamphlets. Small foam bowls with a dab of vanilla ice cream
(no toppings) were handed from the community room door to the waiting eight, who pulled their masks down to beneath their chins. (how else could they eat?) Now there were no masks and no social distancing. A car pulled up. A very obese young man oozed out and going to the back of his vehicle he withdrew a guitar and lawn chair. He set the chair back from the group,onto the parking area where he was directly in the blazing sun. He was wearing a straw hat; however, I was greatly concerned for him. Once settled, he began to strum the guitar and in a melodious voice, began to sing. All chatter from the porch stopped. His music was primarily gospel, hymns from the mountains. He did have some prerecorded background music to accompany him, so the
melodies carried even to the outer limits of the community.
I did not attend the event. However, my apartment is almost directly across from the community building so I saw and heard
it all from my "front row seat."
Two ladies left as soon as they finished drinking the last dregs of their melted ice cream. The man with the pamphlets handed them each a sheaf. The others stayed, despite the increasing heat, in respect for this man giving his talent and time to entertain.
The sponsoring group was representing Hospice. One of the men gave a speech, then handed out the booklets to the remaining residents.
My friend, Beverly, attended. She told me she felt very uneasy about the lack of COVID 19 caution. Yet she needed to remain in the shade of the porch as she stayed to listen to the music.
Give credit to those who sponsored the event. They were out there in less than enjoyable conditions. And to Nina, our SSC,
for scheduling the social, in an attempt to bring a bit of fun to the isolated lives at JD.
Cudos to that musician. Sorry I do not know his name. He volunteered to do this for no compensation what-so-ever, on a
day that was too hot for even the Chihuahuas to be out.
At noon on the dot, eight residents , sweltering behind their masks, clustered on the small porch of the community room. Two cars had arrived earlier, one bearing a lady with some bags who went right into the community room, and the other with two men in shirt, tie & jackets (UGH) carrying clipboards and
pamphlets. Small foam bowls with a dab of vanilla ice cream
(no toppings) were handed from the community room door to the waiting eight, who pulled their masks down to beneath their chins. (how else could they eat?) Now there were no masks and no social distancing. A car pulled up. A very obese young man oozed out and going to the back of his vehicle he withdrew a guitar and lawn chair. He set the chair back from the group,onto the parking area where he was directly in the blazing sun. He was wearing a straw hat; however, I was greatly concerned for him. Once settled, he began to strum the guitar and in a melodious voice, began to sing. All chatter from the porch stopped. His music was primarily gospel, hymns from the mountains. He did have some prerecorded background music to accompany him, so the
melodies carried even to the outer limits of the community.
I did not attend the event. However, my apartment is almost directly across from the community building so I saw and heard
it all from my "front row seat."
Two ladies left as soon as they finished drinking the last dregs of their melted ice cream. The man with the pamphlets handed them each a sheaf. The others stayed, despite the increasing heat, in respect for this man giving his talent and time to entertain.
The sponsoring group was representing Hospice. One of the men gave a speech, then handed out the booklets to the remaining residents.
My friend, Beverly, attended. She told me she felt very uneasy about the lack of COVID 19 caution. Yet she needed to remain in the shade of the porch as she stayed to listen to the music.
Give credit to those who sponsored the event. They were out there in less than enjoyable conditions. And to Nina, our SSC,
for scheduling the social, in an attempt to bring a bit of fun to the isolated lives at JD.
Cudos to that musician. Sorry I do not know his name. He volunteered to do this for no compensation what-so-ever, on a
day that was too hot for even the Chihuahuas to be out.
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