Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
There is no such thing as rest at the Shady Lane Retirement Community. The Powers-that-Be believe in active retirement. But the brochure fails to mention the unorthodox methods that go well beyond bowling, water zuumba, and pickle ball. Shady Lane is all about surprises. Young toughs are paid to steal handbags and give a merry chase throughout the expertly manicured grounds, slowing to a walking pace when the targets heart rate climbs above 130. The 70-year olds are encourage to steal the wheelchairs of their elders, who leap on conveniently parked Segways.
Which is to say nothing of Spanish Inquisition night. And, no, no one ever expects it.
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.