Thursday night I picked up a lovely salad at the local deli and met Robert, a charming older gentleman from church. He's one of the volunteers who contacts each of the members about what we like about the congregation, what we don't like … and try to get us to pledge more for the 2014-2015 year.
(Good luck with that, Robert. I'm not at all happy about the way the capital campaign has been handled and I'm not going to support it.)
Despite how I feel about this fundraising push, I was very happy to talk with Robert. He was such a sweet, spirited soul! He invited me to sit with him and his wife this Sunday, and told me that he and his retiree lunch buddies refer to themselves as ROMEOs (Really Old Men Eating Out). I think that's charming.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Good for you, and I think that's a great name for that group. I'll be passing it along to some of my "Old Guy" friends. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love old guys. I mean not in a weird way. In a charming dad or grampa kind of way. ;)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice fellow.
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