It is now official. I play bingo, therefore I am old-gulp! Yes, I go to the senior(not high school) center and along with about twenty other oldsters to play bingo on Wednesday mornings.
I find that I am somewhat competitive, unhappy when someone at my table gets a bingo and I don’t. We play for petty cash to keep it interesting. Generally, a fun way to spend an hour. But the games continue for one and one-half hours, and I get bored and leave after sixty minutes.
Getting older is a strange journey. When I turned 70, I became depressed and convinced that my life was over, or at least meaningless. That despair lasted almost two years. But I am feeling better now, and even enjoying my little life.
I am more open to social gatherings, but will always crave time alone-just not too much. I talk to, instead of avoiding, my neighbors and am even making some upgrades to my condo. For now, life is good.
And on Sunday, I am traveling to New Orleans. Than you G-d.