Who’s Buzzing the Retirement Home?

One of the things that we seniors are really serious about is our sleep. For some strange reason, sleep becomes elusive as we age and here in the House of Seniors anyone who disturbs our sleep after we finally find it, is not regarded kindly. I hope the helicopter pilot who keeps buzzing this building reads this. If we get our hand on him, we will still his rotor forever. We are two kilometers east of Highway No. 4 and one kilometer north of Road No. 553.  

Take yesterday afternoon. I had a good lunch, tottered my way to the couch, fiddled with a crossword and then fell asleep. The roar of a low-flying helicopter woke me ten minutes after I passed out and that was the end of my after-lunch nap. That evening you made three low passes over our building, rattling the window frames and sending many of the occupants out onto their balconies to see what was going on. Most of the lights in this place are out by 11. You flew over at 11:30 waking many of us, including yours truly. 

This afternoon you came past again at 2:30, waking us again. We were sure that the coming war had already started. This evening you have made one pass so far – your lowest – at 9:30. We are now all waiting for your return trip, which we know will be after we have fallen asleep.  

Wherever it is you fly to, can you please adjust your route a few miles east or west so that we seniors are left in peace to enjoy our sleep?

About the Author
Leon Moss grew up in South Africa and has lived in Israel for 35 years; He is a construction estimator by profession, and has been a freelance writer for the past 10 years, writing odd stories, articles and web content. Leon paints and works hard at being retired. He and his wife live in a retirement home in central Israel.