“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”
It was my Geezer Updates on Facebook that started the movement now known at Geezer Stories. So smack dab in the middle of my summer social media sabbatical, here’s a Facebook Flashback from last year. So much has changed. So much has stayed the same.
GEEZER UPDATE: Just got off the phone with DooDaddy … Lots of news. He’s been elected vice chairman of the Residents Council, which is like Geezer Grand Poobah Elect. It was only a matter of time until his natural leadership ability was sought out. Ever humble, DooDaddy said they just needed some gender diversity.
But because he’s Southern, he made a horse trade with the chairman, agreeing to serve if she joined the Friday bridge foursome, which has reconfigured with the addition of Ron. And the relocation of Julia, the Belle of Monteagle, to a nursing home in Atlanta.
Speaking of Julia, she called DooDaddy yesterday afternoon out of the clear blue and said, “Randy, Waltuh has died, and I need for you to call the preachuh.”
DooDaddy gently reminded her, “Now Julia, you remember we buried Walter just after Christmas.” And just like that she was gone. Calling again in the middle of the night but leaving no message.
DooDaddy can’t seem to reach Julia when he tries to call back. She’s been spotted wandering Peachtree Street on occasion, having escaped from lockdown without a trace. They bring her back and scold her. Have even moved her to the second floor to make it more difficult for her to leave the facility. But, I say a gal’s gotta shop … And if they won’t take her to Lenox, then to hell with ’em.
The Friday Foursome is a motley crew now with the addition of Ron, who makes odd noises, which some of the ladies find off-putting. But he can’t help it, bless his heart.
Ron slept through bridge last week, and when DooDaddy went to get him, he couldn’t rouse Ron. Naturally, he called for help, telling Nurse Karen (who happens to be Ron’s wife), “Ron’s in a coma.”
Fortunately for Karen, DooDaddy, the Friday Foursome and, most of all, Ron, he’s just a really heavy sleeper. DooDaddy said Ron was right embarrassed about the whole thing.
And when I went to visit the other day, I was dressed to the nines for a business meeting and lamenting that it might rain and ruin my hair. I had no sooner dashed out to the car when I looked back and saw DooDaddy, OFF HIS WALKER IN THE WILD, chasing me down to hand me an umbrella. It was like a scene from “The Walking Dead,” except this zombie was wearing a cardigan sweater and neatly pressed khakis. After FREAKING OUT and escorting him back in and BEGGING him not to walk unassisted, I had to smile that my Daddy, DooDaddy, is still trying to take care of me after all these years. #geezerlove #daddysgirl