Keeping up with my muse

I was the youngest resident of my mother-in-law's senior community for two months. I am a mere sixty-five-years old and am told I'm an interloper, an outsider to this community with no hope of truly joining for another fifteen years. In contrast to my older friends at Evergreen Meadows Senior Community, my knees still work, I do yoga balance poses without a chair, and I (occasionally) win at pickleball. Here are stories from that experience