Welcome to Limpdik Park

Sometimes called Golden Acres. That's not the real name of the 55+ apartment complex we live it, but it'll do. We love it here. We have a small apartment, but there are a lot of amenities to make up for it. We have a gym (like I care) and a billiards room, and a computer room/library and a theater and a multipurpose room. Also a heated pool and a jacuzzi.

We have a lot of good friends here and there is a lot to do. We have Bible study on Tuesday night, Happy Hour on Wednesday night (yes, you can drink whatever you want, just bring a snack to share.) Our Knit/Crochet club I told you about in the Painted Turtle thread meets on Thursday afternoon. There's canasta on Friday night. We've always have a couple of jigsaw puzzles going. (I have a love/hate relationship with those). There are movies twice a week in the theater. Dave paints on Wednesday morning. Other people do their crafts on Thursday while we're crocheting. And there are water aerobics twice a week. All in all, a resident here can stay as busy as they want to.

One of the most interesting things about this place is the residents. Especially some of the ones who have moved on to other places. We like to refer to them as the Looney Tunes. Allow me to introduce you. Oh, btw, the names have  been changed to protect the innocent...even the dog.

Phil and Veronica. Phil was just a general know it all pain in the butt, but it was Veronica that took them to Looney Tune status. She liked to swim. Now, out by the pool is a little area that is basically 3 brick walls with a shower inside. This is where Veronica would strip naked and shower. In full view of at least 2 dozen apartments. She would come down and shower there even if she wasn't swimming. They never seemed to use their own apartment for things like the TV or the bathroom. Management had to take out the microwave from the lobby area, cause she burned up two of them. After threatening to move several times, management finally held them to it and they left.

Lucy had a 3 legged 'service dog' named Cody. She took him everywhere with her in a baby carriage. The day I met Lucy she told me that Cody was able to tell when she was going to have a 'spell' and warn her, but that she now took medication for whatever her condition was, so he was 'retired'. This person caused a lot of people to take sides. Management said they had to allow her to take the dog into any of the common areas because he was a 'service dog'. Others said that since he was retired and no longer performed this 'service', he should be kept out of the common areas just like any other pet. Especially the people who were allergic were on this side. Mostly their relationship was just gross. She would bring the dog in his carriage to any pot luck dinners we had, rub her hands all over him then pick up a spoon and stir something. She would feed the dog with her fork from her plate and before it was all over, she was practically french kissing the damn thing. UGH! I mean, I'll kiss my cats, but not with tongue. She spent most of her time bawling about nobody liking her. Wonder why. Cody passed away and has been replaced with another dog. I have yet to hear whether she is passing the new one off as a service dog or not. RIP Cody.

Then there was Red. I never knew what her real name was, but that's ok. If she had continued the way she was, I would have learned it when I called the police on her for assaulting me. There were two times that Red took exception to something I said that had nothing to do with her, and she chased me down in her power chair and threatened to get out of it and whip my ass. Yeah..right. can't blame her too much....she was on drugs....

Which she shared with Jelly. Now most of the time, Jelly looked like Marie Lebeaux and that's the nickname that I gave her. Depending on whether she had her 'meds' or not, she was either just a little crazy or a whole lot crazy. She would complain of a bad hip, and walk around with a cane with no tip on it...tap tap tap on the floor. (Canes don't work without a tip, ya know)

I've save the best til last. We called her Chiquita for so long that I don't even remember what her name was. She was the Queen Looney Tune. She would come down every morning, carrying her little metal Hello Kitty lunchbox. She would then take the coffee that was in the lobby for everyone, and pour it into her lunch box, and skitter back home with it. She also liked to flirt with all the men, and sing and dance, and skip. That's right....skip....down the hallways. Sometimes holding hands with another LT, sometimes alone.

I bet you don't have neighbors like mine.....never a dull moment at Limpdik Park.