But the things you hear! I get an earful about Barbara Ann's sciatica and Mr. Bud apparently only eats broccoli...and has a hard time digesting it. I hear about who's snow-birding it in Florida or Arizona (and, man, do I wish it was warm here, too!) and who had a not-great doctor's appointment. But what I've really learned: life *does* go on after 60, or 70 or 80.
- From the 90-year-old retiree (male), about the new lifeguard (female), "if I were only 20 years younger". Insert an 'eewwwww' from me because, he'd still be 70 and she's still be under 20 years old
- From the widowed-last-year, wears full make-up in the pool, "Do you write the sex in your books? Because it's a tough market out there...I think I need a few pointers." *insert Kristina Shiver*
- And then her friend, "Do you write the 50-shades sex? Or the regular people? Because I like regular people sex best." To which her friend replied, "Oh, Judy, I've heard all about your and Roger on Friday nights after the Legion fish fries."
- From the former Navy man, "I can't keep up with you young chippies," *waggles his eyebrows*, "But I'm told slow and steady is just right for some of you."
I love teaching my classes and the people are so sweet to one another (and to me) but these past few weeks have been really...enlightening for me. And now I have some fodder for new books! Kidding...sort of...not really....