I’ve been out of it

I’ve been out of the blogging/e-mail world a bit, sorry about that. I guess I’ve just been enjoying life in the double-wide modular 55+ community in Palm Springs, playing Uno, sitting pool side and taking occasional jaunts to the bocce court or putting green. (Parents are attempting the snow bird life and I guess I am too). The biggest take away from my time in PS is that I’m pretty darn good at being an 80 year old. Pretty darn good indeed. A few highlights:

A trip to The Bruery. Our good college friends started The Bruery and if I have not said it enough before I’ll say it again, I’m the biggest, proudest soccer mom. Pat and Rachel are AMAZING with everything they’ve touched…from the incredible beer, to their tasting room, to their branding, to their staff (lots of good looking folks, ha!), to their incredible/professional warehouse, to their Provisions store, to the decor in all of the above, to their sweet little girl, to their amazing home…these guys are genuinely good, solid, smart, generous folks. I don’t know if we can EVER repay them all that they have done to enrich our lives and I’m not just saying that to be nice.

Then there is breakfast in bed. Or at least pampering two little girls as they watch their toons. Pretty cute. Side note: notice the retired person’s decor. Solid.

And on the last day it is now tradition to jump in the cold pool with our pajamas on. At first the girls thought it would take the flowers off their clothes or ruin their unds but when I showed them that it would all be ok they wanted to jump in all the time with their clothes on…because really…when you swim 8 out of your 24 hour day it takes a lot of effort to put your suit on, take it off, put clothes on, take them off, put your suit in, take it off, put clothes on, etc.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com! View all posts by Ali Carras