|Funny/by A Place For Mom Senior Living|
My mom was on her best behavior, as she was navigating her way through assisted living. Her insecurities flared up whenever a new person peered out of the doorway. She was the freshman in the land of scrutinizing seniors. A lone redhead in a sea of blue haired ladies. My mother thought it would be easier to keep to herself. I pleaded with her to have dinner with everyone, but she was determined to keep to herself. When I asked her why she wouldn't join the others she replied, "Because they're a bunch of old people."
Soon after, she began receiving dinner invitations from the other residents, and joined the "in-crowd." She enjoyed hanging out with the gals, but didn't share their views on the male residents. While most women would jump at the chance for companionship, my mom would rather roll her walker over most of the men she's met. "I would never go out with him. Do you know what he has the nerve to do? He saturates his food with pepper before he even tastes it. I don't know how his wife puts up with it."
I couldn't believe my ears, "You never mentioned he was married."
To which my mom replied, "What does that have to do with anything?" Of course, my mom was only kidding. He preferred salt.
This brings me to the IWSG. Part of the story was factual, yet it was mixed with a dash of fiction. If I tried to categorize it, I would call it faction, or would fictual be more accurate? Needless to say, my mom started out as an insecure newbie, until she became more comfortable in her new surroundings. The same can be said for many of us before we joined Alex J. Cavanaugh's, Insecure Writer's Support Group. Alex and the gang are always there to provide endless support, and pour pepper on our wounds when we need it the most.