Miss Lyla doing her "DB".
Miss Lyla was one of our first residents. She moved to Lola Court in 2003 shortly after her husband passed. The day she moved in she walked through the front door like she was walking into the Ritz Carlton. Her nose was so far in the air her neck waddle all but disappeared. Miss Lyla is a pistol. She will be 90 years old in July. No one messes with her. She quickly chose a chair in the living room and declared it hers. Anyone who dares to sit in Lyla's chair will suffer the wrath of Lyla. Her old green recliner is her throne. She rules the castle from her throne. Lyla dislikes any woman that moves into Lola Court and falls in love with any man that moves in. Actually she falls in love with any man that walks through the door. She is a shameless hussy. She has a favorite pink tee shirt that reads, "I can't be good all the time" in silver glittery letters. She rides the bus to the senior lounge every Friday. A band called the Leftovers play on Fridays. She is in love with the guitar player, and the base player, and the bus driver. She was banned from dancing because she insisted on doing the dirty boogie. (her words, not mine) In fact she tells everyone she meets that she loves to "dirty boogie". Lyla once told me not to worry because she wouldn't steal my husband from me. She was serious. In her mind she will always be thirty. I want to be like Lyla when I grow up.