conversations at the pool...

About a year & a half ago I moved from Las Vegas to Surprise, Arizona. I currently reside in an old folks development named LaSolana:

"Heah Frank! Did you hear the latest news?"

"What's that?"

"It turns out the country will be experiencing a President Pelosi come January 2021."

The setting for our conversation occurs in the swimming pool of LaSolana.

"Don't say crazy things like that. It gives me nightmares," he responds with horror in his face.

"I'm not kidding Frank. The lady on FOX News says be ready for it."

"Which lady?"

"Judge Jeanine," adding, "She says the election won't be decided by inauguration day because it will be held up in court. In that case we will be looking at an acting president Pelosi. The other theory is the 'Rona will wipe everyone else out and she'll be the last man standing come inauguration, so to speak."

The disgust and fear in his face is real as he shakes his head & says in a gruff voice, "Eighty eight years is enough for me. If she becomes president I will jump in front of a bus."

Yep, you heard it right. My best friend nowadays is an eighty eight year old man who lives in the building south of mine.

"You think it's funny when I say I will shoot myself if Pelosi becomes president. I'm not kidding eighty eight years is enough."

I know he's only kidding about shooting himself if Pelosi is elected president. I tell him such.

"Frank, you still got twelve more years to live before you make it to a hundred. Don't let a president Pelosi stop you from such a grand feat," chuckles coming across the pool from Kitty...she lives a few doors down from me.

"You two can laugh all you want, I'm serious. If Pelosi ends up being president that's it for me," adding with a scoff to his gruff voice, "The second she is sworn in you will hear a loud pop coming from building 6. Have them cremate me and spread my ashes around the pool."

Kitty & I chuckle once again at his remarks.

"Enough of this president Pelosi bull shit. Who is leading in the football pool?"

I turn directly to Kitty after his question & say, "Yours truly is tied for first place going into tonight's game. I'm in last place."

"I thought you knew everything about football & your telling me a girl is beating you."

"Yep," is my answer.

"How could that be?"

"I don't know. Let's ask her."

Miss Kitty, as she is affectionately called around the pool, is a distinguished lady who I would guess to be in her late sixties to early seventies. 

"What's the secret to picking games Miss Kitty?"

"There is no secret Rob. It's just how I feel about things at the  moment," is her response with a smile, "Once in a while I will listen to what my son tells me. Besides that I just go with the flow."

"Whatever your doing, keep doing it. Have you seen Gus lately?"

The majority of the pool crowd at LaSolana is right leaning. Gus is the rightest of them all.

"I haven't seen him in a few days. Do you think the zombies got him?"

His addiction to conspiracy websites has made him even more paranoid than before. It's humorous listening to his rants at the pool. 

"I thought it was Hillary's people who were after him now. Hold on, now that I think about it he told me Hillary's people had lost his scent and Antifa is on his trail," adding to the chorus of laughter, "Maybe the zombies got him. Who knows for sure?"

As I'm leaving the pool for the hot tub, Kitty replies, "Rob, you should transfer your blog from Las Vegas to the pool at LaSolana. I'm sure people will find it entertaining. You could let everyone know what really goes on at the pool of an old folks home."

"It sounds like a good idea to me Kitty," is my response as I turn the knob on the hot tub and ease my way in, "I seriously have to do it."