DRAMADY

Dramady! A strange little word juxtapositioned from opposing words to mean something no one ever really thought about. It is drama or a comedy. How can it be both? I can’t answer that. However, at coffee this morning the group agreed that dramady was the best word to describe life at “The Home.” My granddaughter proclaimed life here a total drraaama (drag it out) and possibly worse than junior high. That’s a terrible indictment since junior high is possibly the worse place our culture has ever developed. It sticks a large collection of immature adolescences in the same location where they terrorize, mock, hassle, annoy, criticize, lie, gossip, distort what truth, and make fun of one another and … wait a minute. Change one word and it fits seniors (got the word figured out). We have too much time, very little to do that is meaningful, and only bingo, dominos and puzzles to fill our “together” time.

As the kids say — GET A LIFE.

Today was St. Patrick’s Day, at least for lunch. It was a lousy turn out. About 20 people! The food was terrific as usual. There is nothing better than eating the food others prepare. At least that’s true for those of us tired of cooking for one. The day was benign — until Maria walked by Chas. I wasn’t more than 5 feet from the exchange but have no idea how it started. Maria was in line for a second time for more food (as I recall). Chas must have said something. It could have been to her, or maybe to the group at out table. I didn‘t pay much attention. I was laughing with Rocky over his tree cutting as he told how he got the job and some of the hassles of getting started on Saturday morning.

Suddenly there was Maria’s raised voice directed at Chas. I heard the volume. Not the words. She was mad. Next I heard. “What are you talking about?” Then Chas tried to explain. The explanation was not acceptable. She raised her voice a bit more and then Chas rolled out of the building without saying another word.

I shook my head and returned to the tree-cutting story - comedy. I thought the drama was over. Noooo… it was just beginning. After the meal, I was still sitting at the table with the cook finishing our food when Maria came to clean up. She came to out table and asked, what is wrong with Chas? The cook hates being asked about other people so said, I don’t know. Have you asked him? He tried to bite my head off. She then turned to me. I didn’t remember hearing any head biting. Doesn’t that have the sound of snap, crackle, pop (could be a cereal). Maybe a weak attempt at a joke. But to be honest — I don’t know what he said. She pumped us both to get agreement that he was a butthead. Well, yes, he can be. Was he like that at lunch, I don’t know?

She caught me again in our upstairs lounge. This might surprise you, but I didn’t know any more 30 minutes later than I did earlier. I do not consider myself closed to learning but I still have a very difficult time remembering things I never heard. Go figure. It was a great day, a little comedy and a little drama. Dramady – the activity to brings junior higher and senior citizens together.