The Prediger and I are now here in the Phoenix area, and we are doing well. We are in an 55+ retirement community and it’s very nice, despite the mostly cloudy and showers. Arizona state law allows at least one married person over 55 to rent from an age-restricted community, so it was no problem for us when we reserved a spot. The first day the neighbors invited us for a dinner party. After that, I went to the bingo session at the auditorium. Now I understood why the bingo lady in the “Super Sonic XL” Loud n Clear commercial was pissed when she missed that number. You MUST yell “Bingo” after the winning number is called.
Some of the neighbors invited me to church, but I mentioned that I prefer the “high church”/liturgical services. (I did not want to tell them that their theology is dodgy. A bad method in neighbor relations.) I care not for cracker-and-grape-juice symbolism. I want the Real Presence!
The Prediger enjoyed his first time yesterday at the Waffle House…that we ended up going there for dinner! Omelettes for the win!
This is the first of an ongoing series on my stint in Apache Junction. “The Youngest Snowbird” gets its name from my neighbors when they found out that I turned 30 recently. Stay tuned for later postings.