Our Kiwanis speaker was Rachael, the Marketing Director of a very nice retirement complex in Shawnee, consisting of town houses, assisted living, and independent living facilities - it is not a skilled nursing facility however. Seemed a wonderful lifestyle with all sorts of activities going on - gardening, quilting, book clubs.
She talked about the Veterans Lounge which is opening at the end of January for which they have been collecting memorabilia. Veterans returning from - she said it was Korea, but I thought it was Vietnam - suffered a great deal of hurt and emotional abuse from the American public because of the unpopularity of the war, for which Americans now feel very sorry, and they honour and respect their veterans now in a way they never did before. And the Veterans Lounge is a means of expressing appreciation of them.
At the end of the meeting when Louise was talking about the bake sale, Rachael said we could have a bake sale there. I was thinking I could run a bake sale, either for Kiwanis, or for the benefit of the residents there. It needs a little more thought and discussion.
After Kiwanis I went to Communion, then eight of went to lunch at a deli/restaurant, I was given the choice today and I think it is quite a popular place. It was very pleasant.
On the saga of my tickets from the state trooper, which weren't a citation nor nothing, I had the headlight fixed but went to the police station about the allegation that I didn't produce a driving licence. Police stations here are weird, one doesn't actually see a police officer, one goes into a little vestibule and picks up a phone. And I wasn't in the right place anyway, was told I needed to get in touch with the Oklahoma Highway Patrol. Sometimes I really do feel like a little old lady, groping my way through the complexities of life in a foreign country.
A new cat appeared on my porch this morning, at least I think it was a cat, it was bigger, fatter, fluffier that most cats and there are all sorts of animals here I've never seen before and can't identify. I don't know if it was just passing through, or a newcomer to the neighbourhood. I've noticed for some time an absence of the cats next door, I asked Donna where they were, particularly Ryan the sweet grey cat, and a ginger tabby who were camping out on my porch, begging me to take them in. She said they were run over. She must be keeping indoors the couple she has left. I've decided that any more stray cats are going in the cat carrier, and I'll take them to the Animal Shelter. Even if the Animal Shelter puts them down it will be a more humane death that being hit by passing motorists.
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