Category Archives: Senior Friends

My Senior Friends: Nancy’s Hoppin’ Mad About Ageism

ageismAs I enter our favorite coffee place, I can tell that my two friends, Marlene and Nancy are having a lively discussion. They are both pouring over an article, and Nancy is waving her iphone around, never a good sign.

“That doesn’t bother me at all,” Marlene is saying, “It’s just what everyone says, and we have always considered it harmless.”

“It’s not harmless!” Nancy puffs, “When somebody says things like, “50 is the new 20, or 60 is the new 40, or any stupid comparison like that, they are saying that being 50 or 60 or 70 for that matter, is not fashionable, or hip, or even acceptable!” read more

My Senior Friends: Adrien and Natalia Reconsider Tango

tangoAdrien meets me at the door. He is all smiles, and for a moment I think that I had imagined yesterday’s phone conversation.

“Come and see us.” he had said. “We have found out about Natalia’s illness. It’s MS. Right now she is a little better. Her MS is in remission, but we don’t know how long that will last.”

I think back to the last time I was here. It wasn’t a good visit. Natalia was weak and uncoordinated. She was unable to speak well, and Adrien was tense and uncomfortable. read more

My Senior Friends: Nancy and I Hit a Wall

senior friends at mallI’m driving down Bay Street, on my way to meet Nancy at Mayfair Mall. The traffic along Bay is heavy, and I’ve missed every light, so I’m in a rush. Just then, my iphone beeps.  I’m tempted to ignore it, but I have a feeling it’s Nancy, so I pull in to the side and check it.

“Pls pick me ep” the text says. “Dont fel like driving.”

“Oh Hell, ” I sputter, “I’m almost there, and now I have to back-track and buck traffic all the way to her condo and back.” read more

Senior Friends—a Meet-up with Marlene

senior friendsI smile as I think about one of my senior friends, Marlene, driving her car toward our favourite coffee-house. She’ll be speeding just a little—not as much as she used to, though. I’m already sitting at our favourite table, with my cup of black, no sugar, no cream, in front of me. I’ve been waiting for a few minutes, and take out my iphone to check the time. I’ve already done this twice.  It’s not like her to be late. I take my coffee to a window, and stand there, so I can see her car approach. If only she had a cell phone, I fuss, I’d phone her and know her progress. I’ve already phoned her home, and she wasn’t there.  I’ll wait a few more minutes and then leave, I decide, assuming she has forgotten. My mind wanders back to the last time I saw her.  She was wearing a new blue summer jacket, I remember. It looked good on her. Summer, I realize with a jolt—it’s been months since we met up for coffee! read more

The Piano Man—Going Strong at 81

I’m sitting among an audience of 80 people in Victoria’s Ambrosia Dinner Theatre, with a glass of white wine in front of me, waiting for the show to start. It’s my tenth time watching this show, and I’m happy that it’s a full house.

The lights dim, and people swing their chairs around to the stage, waiting for Bob to step into the lights. But that’s not what he does. Instead, a side door opens, and Bob enters at floor level. The audience sees him and begins to clap—I can tell this will be  a lively night, with an audience that is already eager and engaged. read more