On Thursday afternoon, we ate lunch with my father’s downstairs neighbor, Eileen.
She prepared oven-toasted slices of bread topped with our choice of cheese. I went with the pepper jack. I ate two slices, and then a pear from the community garden was sliced open and shared.
To drink, we had a pot of lemon ginger tea. Very fragrant but light in color. It warmed the insides and went down easily.
I was told that the members here take turns preparing meals each week. Each person has a particular day of the week when they have to make lunch and dinner.
It’s a nice social custom that adds some structure to retirement life.
On Tuesdays, the day I arrived, they normally would attend a group potluck after the community center with a bonfire, drinks, and much levity.
It being my first night here and still quite tired from the journey, my father and I opted to stay in for the evening.
Chronologically, the next post would be On Walkabout: Eddy Street
