Pre-Dempsey-- They'll Leave the Light on for Me

I'm innately friendly.  I like people.  I like little people.  I like older adults.  I visit.

(When I was in junior high and high school I worked in a nursing home feeding people supper.  I learned to carry on a conversation with people who couldn't talk.  I would move from patient to patient feeding them supper and visiting up a storm.   It has been said I could talk to a lamp and have a great time.)

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Remember, I'm growing my wavy hair to give to a group who makes wigs for cancer patients....it's getting long and wild.  Free-flowing hair-- wildly blowing hair-- hair that looks like the long gray haired guy in the Oakridge Boys.  I might look like a witch-- scratch that, I really have a very easy time looking like a witch.

Remember, I have another bad knee.  My left knee is getting better after a bout of "dog pulling woman down the front steps while having a sprained knee, i.e. taking painful knees to the next level."  I am still limping like Tiny Tim in a Christmas carol.   Aspercream is my new favorite beauty product.

Remember, I love to walk to Jeannene's restaurant to have a vegetable plate and have twenty minutes of quiet time. It's in downtown Macon.  It's about a block from where I work but it's worth the pain and the agony of walking.  Yes, I love their chocolate pie.

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I have a hitch in my giddy-up.

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So, I'm moving slowly, limping back from a nice lunch with my hair blowing wildly in the winds of September when I was stopped by a street lady.

"Say, dearie, did you used to live at the Dempsey Hotel?"

"No, Ma'am," I replied.  "But I'm about ready to move in."

"Well, we'd love to have you."

"Thank you.  You're so sweet to me."


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The Dempsey is a beautiful, old hotel in downtown Macon.  It was converted into 194 apartments for the elderly, those on government assistance and the disabled.

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I guess I fit two out of the three categories.

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And, I can't take any tube socks.  Right, Carol?