Lunch Bunch

My lunch group meets once a month at a nice restaurant where we enjoy the food and “chew the fat,” so to speak. We are called WOW.  When I tell people about our group, the response I often hear is, “I’ve heard of your group.” No doubt these individuals are thinking of one of the popular groups identified with the acronym, WOW.

Written “WoW,” the letters represent World of Warcraft. But to know us is to recognize that as somewhat past middle-age, semi-retired to fully-retired ladies, we might not be easily assimilated into the Warcraft world of Aseroth.

Most people guess that we are a part of Women of the Word. Flattering, but wrong! We are the Wild Old Women. Our mission is threefold:  to have fun, to laugh a lot, and to eat dessert when our husbands aren’t around. To check out our name with relationship to appropriateness, we might be found on a Thursday in a restaurant known for its good food. And you just might hear us before you see us.

So Sorry!

My community was counting on me, but I was dragging my feet. Failure to fulfill my duty to my neighbors is related to living in a second story condo that has sliding windows, vintage 1970’s. But, even though my excuse is as good as any excuse can be, I accept total blame for causing concern in our community.

It was with a great deal of dread that I finally faced responsibility and tackled my designated job. All of the windows in my house were removed from the tracks and each endured a cleaning, shining, repositioning process.  The result was spectacular. My windows now sparkled as the sun shone brightly on its way to disappear behind the mountains. 

Morning found me admiring the windows and the views of the mountains. Then, in a matter of minutes, crystal-clear drops started to appear on the outside of the panes and very soon moisture was pouring from the sky in sheets. Thanks to me, our spring rains had finally arrived.  The vegetation greened, the drives look freshly scrubbed, and everyone now knows that their roofs survived the winter without springing any leaks. Of course, rain is now a regular event, and my windows, once again, are covered with spots.  Even so, I must apologize for postponing my duty as the rainmaker for the mountain side of the city and for causing everyone to worry. In the future I’ll try to be more conscientious in fulfilling my responsibility.

Most Popular Condo Complex

I’ve decided that possibly animals living in my city have voted our condominium complex as most popular.  In addition to the deer, fox, coyote, and bear, yet another critter arrived this week to check us out.

Our neighbor was so thrilled to find this visitor sunning on his sidewalk that he took a picture and submitted it for publication in the condo newsletter, of which I am coeditor. 

How pleased I was when I opened my email and found the picture of this striking multicolored rascal. But as endearing as he is, it will be fine with me if he stays up on the hill by our neighbor’s condo.

Residents here tend to name animals that arrive in our community. I haven’t yet had a turn at naming and have decided it’s my time. I call him, Eigil. This is a Norwegian name that has, in my opinion, a meaning that fits this particular creature.

Our fearless security guard checked out our visitor. Whether or not this guy stays in our community will be at the discretion of the security officers.