When I first moved into my new house in League City, my next
door neighbor, Betty Holt, stopped by to welcome me to the neighborhood.
At 78 years of age, she was a ball of energy, and invited me
to join her in the activities at the Senior Center, where she took classes in
line dancing, Zumba Gold, Jazzercise, Yoga and more. It made me tired just hearing
about it, but since I love to dance and exercise, I was anxious to check it
out.
Unfortunately, before we got a chance to begin our Senior
Center classes, we both hit the skids where our health was concerned; me with my cancer diagnosis and her with heart and blood pressure issues. For several
months, we took turns having surgeries and made frequent trips to the emergency
room and doctors’ offices. It seemed that we were destined to go through it all
together—the good, the bad, and the really bad!!
But, thankfully, things have finally leveled off now, so we
decided to head for the center for a test of what was left of our physical abilities.
Since my exercise clothes no longer fit my body—or my new
fashion style (a.k.a. Kick A**! See the post: When
the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Go Shopping.), I bought some new ones.
When I arrived for my first class, however, they refused to
let me in. They told me the classes are only for seniors who are 55 years and
older. Well, duh! I’ve got that covered and then some!!
But they didn’t believe me!
They made me show them my ID!
What’s
up with that??