Barbara J. Hamby

I Don’t Like to go to Meetings

After many years in the business world and membership in outside organizations, I’ve developed an aversion to sitting for hour(s) listening to someone talk. So I avoid most organizations and only joined TOPS because I had seen their support work for friends of mine who had lost weight. It’s working for me, also.  Now I’m the one who does a lot of the talking and rarely do the meetings last an hour when I’m in charge. Sitting doesn’t burn many calories and writers do a lot of sitting outside of meetings.

Therefore, my main access to local gossip is the swimming pool. Today I heard that the administrator of the King City Civic Association quit a week ago. The rumor is that he was “tired of working with old people.” I wonder what he thought his job description was. This is a community of people over fifty-five. Anyway the word is he went to Seattle to go back to a former career as a male model. He should do well at that. Every time I saw him, he looked like he just stepped out of the pages of a magazine, dressed to the nines, as they say.

I’ve met a lot of interesting people at the pool. There are a couple of gals in their nineties who can swim circles around me. One, who is well over eighty, swims 50 or so laps, I think. She keeps forgetting how many she’s gone and asks other swimmers to help her keep track. I’m usually trying to keep count of my arthritis exercises, so I can’t help her out much.

This afternoon we were entertained by a volunteer Pops choir at the Clubhouse, next door. Enthusiastic, if not highly trained, voices ran through a gamut of songs from several decades. It’s always fun to hear old songs that are rarely heard any more. I don’t remember the last time I heard Cherish. Now I may be able to remember a few more words of the lyric.

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