I'm ready for some retirement living
So the other day I came home to find this advertising card, personally addressed to me:

As you can see, I am being offered the opportunity to check out a local retirement community for a whole weekend--for free!
I guess it could be a mass mailout, but really, I am the only person I know who received one of these. I would bet money I'm the only thirtysomething who has gotten one. I have interrogated the various jokers in my life (well, OK, mostly just one) to ask if they are responsible for signing me up for this invite. So far all have denied responsibility. ("I swear I didn't do it, but I wish I could take credit for it!")
As it happens, my lovely friend D's octogenarian parents are residents in this retirement home. The other day at D's birthday celebration I told her and her sister about my invitation. After they picked themselves up off the floor from laughing, they encouraged me to cash in my invitation for my 3-day mini vacation. I told them that I am seriously thinking about doing it, but warned them that afterwards their parents and I would definitely be BFFs.
It's a mystery. I have no idea why I received this, but I must say the idea of spending 3 days being waited on hand and foot by the Chateau staff, with all the time in the world to hole up in my guest suite and knit and read books and most importantly NOT MARK PAPERS sounds pretty good at this point in the semester.

As you can see, I am being offered the opportunity to check out a local retirement community for a whole weekend--for free!
I guess it could be a mass mailout, but really, I am the only person I know who received one of these. I would bet money I'm the only thirtysomething who has gotten one. I have interrogated the various jokers in my life (well, OK, mostly just one) to ask if they are responsible for signing me up for this invite. So far all have denied responsibility. ("I swear I didn't do it, but I wish I could take credit for it!")
As it happens, my lovely friend D's octogenarian parents are residents in this retirement home. The other day at D's birthday celebration I told her and her sister about my invitation. After they picked themselves up off the floor from laughing, they encouraged me to cash in my invitation for my 3-day mini vacation. I told them that I am seriously thinking about doing it, but warned them that afterwards their parents and I would definitely be BFFs.
It's a mystery. I have no idea why I received this, but I must say the idea of spending 3 days being waited on hand and foot by the Chateau staff, with all the time in the world to hole up in my guest suite and knit and read books and most importantly NOT MARK PAPERS sounds pretty good at this point in the semester.


