my last post on being old and alive was bemoaning my lack of interaction with other humans. something that happens on occasion; i am an introverted near hermit. do not have friendship making skills.
i have friends who accept me for myself. vicki mccullough, rosemary fisher-laing, colleen gorrie. and i am thankful for them. it is important to keep these women close to my heart.
can't actually do anything with facebook friends; precious as they are, a virtual hug is virtual.
i want to spread my social wings and mix with people pursuing common interests.
in india as a member of an extended family, and close knit community. friendships happened organically.
stephen fry, i think, said north american comedy was different from english comedy. n.a’s believe that everything can be solved in a self-help-manual way. while the english realize life fucks us at every chance. so they laugh at themselves.
my approach to life’s vicissitudes is a combination. i know i'm likely fucked, but i'm going to try anway.
hours of research. wading through programs guides, find that britannia, and west end/barclay manor offer a mix of physical, social, intellectual activities. hm interesting.
brit has gentle yoga, elders circle, elders arts & health, and foot care. i mark these red - desirable. also a knitting club, book club, potluck lunch, and movie evening for possible later exploration.
meanwhile it is frigging icy outside; every thing that involves the outside, is on hold. the fear of slipping on the ice is real. until a thaw i’m not going nowhere.
mebbe somebody will join me. email me, or message on facebook.
u.s.news - health news online
britannia center, 55: program guide