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Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room… Entry #10

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(Disclaimer: This blog is in no way meant to offend anyone, it is just reality as I, Ira Mae Busybody perceives life, and my personal opinion.  Places, names and faces have been changed to protect the cantankerous, mean spirited, nosey, bitchy and innocent.)

 

Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room…    

 

Hello Bloggers and Followers,

I would like to shift off the social aspects of Crawfish Creek Manor so that I may “bitch” about the cliff that the Republicans are referring to our upcoming leap into the collapse of the United States of America; and how they plan to prevent it. 

SOURCE: WASHINGTON (AP) — House Republicans put forth a $2.2 trillion “fiscal cliff” counteroffer to President Barack Obama on Monday, calling for raising the eligibility age for Medicare, lowering cost-of-living hikes for Social Security benefits and bringing in $800 billion in higher tax revenue — but not raising rates for the wealthy.

From the older American’s viewpoint The average monthly Social Security benefit for a retired worker was about $1,230 at the beginning of 2012 or an annual income of approximately $15,000. annually. This amount changes monthly based upon the total amount of all benefits paid and the total number of people receiving benefits.  From this income which we as older Americans have work and contributed too, it is not charity; approximately $1,200. Per year is taken out before the retired person receives it, leaving approximately $14,000. annually to live on, COLA increases are far and in-between.

The average pension for that same person is approximately $5,000. annually this allows an individual living alone approximately  $19,000 annually.  The average poverty level in the USA is approximately $12,000 annually (to receive any help so to speak).  Therefore, the average retired individual is bringing in $7,000 dollars above poverty level.  Many of you are saying, well see, their doing O.K.; when you figure in housing cost, utilities, telephone, supplemental health insurance, medicine, or other insurances such as rental, car, life, you have created a figure of almost $20,000 dollars.  Retired Americans are going into their savings to pay for medicine, food and clothing; television is the only entertainment, if they can afford cable, which is the only way to even get limited use.  THEY ARE EXISTING ONLY!

Yet, the Republicans are wanting to cut social security and benefits.  With this you will have these older Americans stop taking their medication, they will be turning heat or air low or off to save, and their food looks more like a depression soup line that a healthy meal.  My research of some senior facilities in this area, the elderly are only eating one meal a day.

These are the people that built this country…yet, they are looked upon as second class citizens, useless and living off the government.  No, they worked for that money and George Bush flushed it down the toilet creating a war that I did not need, nor did many want.  When I look at what we accomplished, it was getting our young people killed and/or mutilated in a 10 year war that no one won.  Now, I suspect with the “news” releases…it starting back up in another country… and there will be another war!

But, let’s looks at the salaries and benefits of those wanting to cut social security and its benefits.

The average income of these people whom we have elected and work for us is approximately $200,000 annually.  They receive free benefits for health, paid life insurance and their current annual salaries are usually their annual pensions upon retirement; extra benefits are house living allowances, mileage, travel, vacations, furniture, staff; so their salaries are “clear of needs”; in addition they receive a personal allowance, pocket money, all this could reach as high as $1,000.000. per year, per person…

Yet, the Republicans want to cut into that measly $19,000 a year social security with few benefits.

If we demanded these people who work for us take cuts, they would be fighting it all the way complaining that they could not live off less.

I do not want my children taxed to death; I do not want my grandchildren to inherit what the Republicans caused, putting us in debt with a war.  Yes…Bill Clinton got America out of debt…we were not in debt until the Bush era.  I believe that our President is pissing in a hundred mile an hour wind opening not to get hit in the face.  In other-words, he inherited and continues to be surrounded by an impossible situation.

And, for those of you who may feel anger at me at this moment, I vote for the candidate that will possible be the best for this country.  I do not claim to be Republican or Democrat…I am an American that is trying to survive!

In addition…the next time you see an elderly person in the grocery check-out line that has nothing but off-brand oatmeal, soups and crackers, just maybe…this is what they eat on all month until that next check comes in.  Ask yourself, are they hungry, are they taking their medicine every other day, or at all.  Remember, that road you drive on, they built, that car you drive, they invented many of the “gadgets” you love, the cell phone you carry with you daily, they were your teachers, and they may be your mothers and fathers!

Thanks for letting me use the Crawfish Creek soap-box with this entry.

Well, dear bloggers and followers, I must close the shutters on today’s. Writing… until tomorrow, remember a shot of “Jack” a day will keep the doctor away, and if you are a senior citizen just keep telling yourself… breathe damn’it.

 By the way, with the  proposed cuts…Jack’s gone too!

Ira Mae Busybody

Crawfish Creek Manor

 

 

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Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room… Entry #7

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Disclaimer: This blog is in no way meant to offend anyone, it is just reality as I, Ira Mae Busybody perceives life, and my personal opinion.  Places, names and faces have been changed to protect the cantankerous, mean spirited, nosey, bitchy and innocent.

Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room…

 

Hello Bloggers and Followers,

 

Thanksgiving Day, USA, my thoughts mellowed a bit allowing you to see into a smidgen of the life of my friend Mr. Roy, our first meeting, how we made the holiday special for each other in our instant friendship.  I would not be true to myself had I not laced it with a dash of humor which involved the Manor’s “chicken house conversations” and the shock of most of the ladies by taking Mr. Roy to my apartment for a goodnight shot of “Jack”. 

This action added further complications to the Warden and Mouth’s circle of gossipers, as they now had to add into the mix that I may “like” men!

This misconception came into play at God’s waiting room, as I like to call it; the metaphor for the name came about when the “Over 55” housing suddenly filled with “Over 85”, most nursing home situations from all over the tri-county area.  With Rosemary Wilson’s inability to fill the apartments she begin to advertise the Manor as an alternative to assistant living or nursing home accommodations with the tenants needs being met by an outside nursing care agency from Clinton.  The Manor filled fast with only a few who were independent and I (still trying to figure out why I am there).

However, that piece of information needed revealing before I continue with the ongoing mystery of; is Ira Mae a “Lesbian” or is she “straight”?  Moreover, that gives you the answer to their shock when Mr. Roy and I proceeded to my apartment.

Only weeks, after I had moved into the Manor, all the while trying to remain detached from the gossip, coffee klatches and eat-ins, I did make every effort to be friendly to everyone when I would pass them in the hallway.  I lady I will call, Faith (changed to protect her as she is one of the innocent ones) and a very nice one, a loner like myself said her neighbor whom I renamed inside my head, “Smelly Bob”, was in the Clinton Hospital with a leg problem that may put him in a wheelchair. 

Since I went into Clinton three days a week to the a fitness center, she ask if I might be willing to stop by and say hello, apparently Smelly Bob, seventy years old had no nearby friends, his children lived several states away and he was alone.  I said that I would the following day.

Wednesday of that week I stopped by the hospital on my way to the gym, I failed to ask Faith his last name and I did not think it appropriate to go to the information booth and ask if they could give me the room number of Smelly Bob!  I described him, where he was from and his condition, apparently they knew Smelly Bob.

When I walked into the room, he was in a lounge chair, hospital gown and blanket over his lap.  I reminded him of my living in the Manor; he smiled and acknowledged me as a tenant.  I went over and looked out the window making a comment on the view he had of a small lake.  When I turned around the blanket was lying on the floor, bandaged legs exposed, gown pulled up to his hips, the view…pitiful!  I quickly excused myself saying I was late to a gym class and I had promised Faith I would stop by, wishing him well, I bolted from the room.  Not a pretty sight.

One week later, the Warden and Mouth came to my door saying that the gathering room was “a buzz” as they called it, with my whirlwind romance with Smelly Bob.  Keeping a straight face, I told them that I would meet them all in a few minutes and share everything!  They rushed away no doubt anticipating more gossip to spread.

When I got there the room filled with several old women and one man, I stood before them as if I was conducting a management seminar, which I had done often in my working days.  The one man said that Smelly Bob had approached him saying that I had drove all the way to Clinton just to see him, confessed that I had a crush on him (god…old fools) and when he was dismissed from the hospital that we went to lunch, to a local motel and burned up the sheets.  Now, I would definitely have burned those sheets!

At that point, to try explaining that Smelly Bob was lying and that I had no interest in him would have not been believed.  Instead I stood feet planted firmly on the floor, raised my hands in the air and said, “My fellow Manor tenants or inmates as I like to call you…since I am certain that each of you have already formed your own opinion let me say this, when spreading this gossip ask yourself this question, are you assuming that I like men?  Mouths fell open, and I walked out of a very quiet room.

This brings me back to Thanksgiving with Mr. Roy, I am certain that I have them totally confused as to my sexual preference.  But, when I walked to the elevator going back to my apartment I heard Mouth say, “Well, do you think she’s “Bi”, we don’t like people who are not straight”, the silence broke and the clucking begin.  Old people and most are younger than I am, you gotta love them!    

Well, dear bloggers and followers, I must close the shutters on today’s. Writing… until tomorrow, remember a shot of “Jack” a day will keep the doctor away, and if you are a senior citizen just keep telling yourself… breathe damn’it.

 

Ira Mae Busybody

Crawfish Creek Manor

 

 

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Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room… Entry #4

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Disclaimer: This blog in no way meant to offend anyone, it is just reality as I, Ira Mae Busybody perceives life, and my personal opinion. 

Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room…

Hello Bloggers and Followers,

Yesterday I left all of you with my return to the new apartment and confronted by the “Warden” and her sidekick “Mouth”.  They were concerned as to my stability and announced (as if I could not hear them), “We ain’t gonna like her”.

I have found that the elderly (most of them) do not have enough to do on a day-to-day basis.  Hard of hearing, do not be fooled by that, they can hear a fly fart one-hundred yards after it has buzzed by them.  Every time I opened my door to take out boxes I had unpacked, no less than ten heads all sporting blue hair popped out to observe me as I walk down the hallway.

Don’t get me wrong, I have white hair…I just don’t think having it spiked went over too well, and I am certain that bare foot and braless did not get me any points, and yes, at my age…and no, “the girls” were not bouncing off my knees.  When God called out who wants “Big Breast”, I thought he said, “Big Test” and I ran the other way!

With the unpacking done, I decided to go for a bike ride.  There I was on the elevator with bike, a man and woman got on with me before the door could close.  The man looked at me and said, “Do you go to church”?  I smiled and said “No”; he got louder, “Don’t you believe in God”?  I smiled and said “Yes”, I knew what was coming next…”People who believe in God go to church”!  His wife said, “You’re going to hell”!  I smiled and said, “Yes mam, I may be going there, and you and your husband don’t forget to say hi when you see me, ya hear”!  I still don’t know their name; I call them the “Church People”!

Well, dear bloggers and followers, I must close the shutters on today’s. Writing… until tomorrow, remember a shot of “Jack” a day will keep the doctor away, and if you are a senior citizen just keep telling yourself… breathe damn’it.

 

Ira Mae Busybody

Crawfish Creek Manor

 

 

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Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room…Entry #3

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Disclaimer: This blog in no way meant to offend anyone, it is just reality as I, Ira Mae Busybody perceives life, and my personal opinion. 

Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room…

Hello Bloggers and Followers,

Yesterday I left all of you with the “do’s and don’ts” of moving into senior housing, a small taste of the Manor; Hell-Town, USA and its inhabitants, the people from “hell”.  Let me say, that I do not believe all senior housing is as the Manor; not all people in the Manor or town are like those that I have encountered.  However, here those, whom appear to be friendly, turn within time.   

Moving into the Manor was not the ordinary situation for me; I had the best apartment in the building.  I am an artist and writer and one of my rooms has all windows and wonderful light.

The bathroom was shower only, which I could contend with accept that pull-down thing you could sit on if you cannot stand; it became the place I bathed my dog, Poop Boy. 

My introduction to the “tenants” was during move-in; they walked, shuffled, or wheeled up and down the hall trying to get a glimpse of the new person.  My children moved me in, lifelong slapstick comedians.  Their first open comments were about the heat inside being 80 degrees, and it continued from there; they were polite when having to ease around the “bodies” but could not help saying, “Mom, you sure this is not a nursing home”?

I left immediately after moving in, two-weeks of dog sitting while one of my sons and his wife were in Ireland.  Upon walking out, the gathering room was full of blue haired old battle-axes; they migrated to the hallway of my floor where there is a lounge area by the elevator.  Any one that tells you old people cannot see, do not believe them.  They were like vultures waiting for the death of a road kill, peering with their tiny beady eyes.  I smiled and kept moving.

Two-weeks later I returned, I kept thinking there had to be a buzzer somewhere on me, to this day, every time I am outside my apartment someone is waiting with questions.

The “Warden” as I have named her, and sidekick “Mouth”, met me outside the elevator.  Not a hello, kiss my ass, go to hell, nothing…”Ain’t you the woman who moved in two weeks ago and left”, hollered the Warden.  The Mouth replied, “Most people think you are a crazy woman, move in and leaving like that”!  I looked at them respectfully and smiled as I walked away. 

The Warden bellowed out, “Where you been, normal people don’t move in and leave”.  I looked at her and replied, “I guess I am not normal”.  As the door closed, Mouth said, “We ain’t gonna like her”.

Well, dear bloggers and followers, I must close the shutters on today’s. Writing… until tomorrow, remember a shot of “Jack” a day will keep the doctor away, and if you are a senior citizen just keep telling yourself… breathe damn’it.

 

Ira Mae Busybody

Crawfish Creek Manor

 

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Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room – Entry #2

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Disclaimer: This blog is not intended to offend anyone, it is just reality as I, Ira Mae Busybody perceives life, and my personal opinion. 

Welcome to Crawfish Creek Manor, God’s Waiting Room…

Hello Bloggers and Followers,

If you are looking for senior housing here are some “do’s and don’ts”, and this may be the most important information you will ever read. 

Do not – be fooled if the housing is new with only a few tenants. Remember, those that can walk are in a gathering area checking you out; they were there first… this is an important thing never to forget, if you move in; you will be the subject of conversation for many months as you are the only “life” they have seen since they arrived at the Manor. 

Do not – believe everything a manager of the property tells you, they are trying to fill the place up!

Do not – check out a town when it is Christmas and snowing, everything looks magnificent shrouded in its holiday finest and covered with snow. 

Do – visit several times before signing a lease.  Had I done so, I would have found out that the old woman who guards the door and questions everyone who enters was truly at one point “a warden”!

Do – read the lease carefully, the administrator/manager makes the rules as she goes about her day, different rules, different rents, her favorite saying is “This is all a secret now, don’t tell the others, because I am treating you special”.  Then they all gather and discuss how special they are among themselves.

Those are the main do’s and don’ts, life is complicated here at Crawfish Creek Manor…

Hometown, small town, USA, beware it is Hell-Town, USA; Over 55 housing, (you think), friendly (until you move in), then you find that you are living in God’s Waiting Room…it is a nursing home without nursing staff and you have Crawfish Creek on one side and the Pearly Gates on the other!

Well, dear bloggers and followers, I must close the shutters on today’s. Writing until tomorrow, remember a shot of “Jack” a day will keep the doctor away, and if you are a senior citizen just keep telling yourself…breathe damn’it.

 

Ira Mae Busybody

Crawfish Creek Manor

 

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