On Thursday afternoon we ate lunch with my fathers 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 easy.

It was explained to me that the members here take turns preparing meals each week. Each person has a particular day of the week they have to make lunch and dinner.

It’s a nice social custom and adds some structure to the retirement lifestyle.

On Tuesday’s, 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, I and my father opted to stay in for the evening.

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