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Burlington Senior Center, 1011 Greenleaf Avenue, Burlington, WA (2026)

06/10/2026

🏡Home Away from Home
— A Burlington Senior Center Story

On a warm Wednesday in June, the Burlington Senior Center felt especially cozy — like the whole building had exhaled one long, contented sigh. The kind of sigh that says, Ah. Yes. This is where I belong. My soft place to land.

Lila arrived first, carrying a tote bag that said “Live. Laugh. Stretch Carefully.” She paused in the doorway, taking in the familiar hum of the center — the coffee maker burbling, the soft shuffle of chairs, the faint scent of lavender from last week’s meditation class. “It just feels like home in here,” she murmured to herself. Not the house with a mortgage kind of home. It was the heart settled, soul exhaling kind.

Jim and Gena were already setting up for Tai Chi, each proudly wearing their “Mariana’s Warriors” t-shirts. Jim was arranging music for the class on an old boombox, and was trying to coax the ancient speaker to play calming music without a segue into last Friday's Zumba class country playlist. Gena, meanwhile, was warming up with the seriousness of someone preparing for a Broadway debut.

Tom, new to the class and still learning everyone’s names, whispered to Lila as they entered, “Is Tai Chi supposed to feel like floating?” “Only if you’re doing it right,” she said. “Or if you’re slightly dizzy. Both count.”

Class began, and the group began to move together — slow, steady, imperfect, beautiful. Jim called out, “Let your body remember what it knows.” And somehow, everyone did. Even Tom, who wobbled so dramatically during Thai Chi Walking practice that Gena casually drifted over to spot him like a gymnast.

After Tai Chi, Thais welcomed folks into her Meditation class, dimmed the lights, and invited them to settle in. “Today,” she said, “we’re exploring the feeling of home — the place inside you that rests, even when life doesn’t.” The room grew quiet. Breaths slowed. Shoulders softened.

Halfway through, Miriam whispered, “My home must be in my left hip. That’s where everything settles.” Thais didn’t miss a beat. “Then breathe and focus in gently on your hip. Give it a little love.” The group chuckled softly, then drifted back into stillness — a room with seniors finding tiny pockets of peace.

Later that afternoon, the family caregivers support group gathered in the corner room with the big windows. Ruth, who cared for her husband, shared how she sometimes felt like she lived in two worlds at once — the one she managed, and the one she missed out on.

Daniel, caring for his sister, nodded. “Some days I feel like I’m holding up the whole sky with a soup spoon.” Everyone laughed gently — not at him, but with the relief of being understood.

Lila spoke up. “You know… home isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s the people who let you say the things you can’t say anywhere else.” The room went quiet in that warm, full way that means everyone agrees.

By late afternoon, the Burlington Senior Center settled into its familiar end of day hush. People gathered their water bottles, their ukuleles, their half-finished lunches and conversations. As Lila stepped outside, she felt that same soft exhale she’d felt when she arrived.

Home. Not because of walls or windows. But because of the way the day had folded itself gently into her heart — like something that had always belonged there. She smiled, whispered “See you next Wednesday,” and walked toward her car, carrying the Senior Center’s warmth with her like a favorite blanket.

Wednesday, June 10, 2026:
9:00 GUMBA Cards
10:00 Tai Chi Class
10:30 Meditation Class
11:30 Lunch: Hawaiian BBQ Chix Wraps served with Chips
12:30 Pinochle
1:00 Ukulele Class
1:30 Caregiver Support

06/09/2026

✈️ Tuesday's Travel Tune-Up

On a sunny June Tuesday, the Burlington Senior Center buzzed with the kind of energy that only happens when someone mentions the words “summer travel.”

A little Travel Tips group had gathered around a table, discussing summer plans. The air smelled faintly of coffee, sunscreen, and the optimism of people who had finally figured out how to manage online maps without swearing.

Dolores kicked things off. She had recently announced she was planning a trip to Europe, which meant she had spent the last week researching safety tips with the intensity of someone preparing for a moon landing.

“Travel confidence for seniors isn’t about being fearless,” she declared. “It’s about being prepared. And also, about not trusting any hotel that says it has ‘rustic charm.’ That’s code for no air conditioning and no elevator.” Everyone nodded. They had all learned that lesson the hard way.

Eddie, who had never left the PNW but had strong opinions about international travel, raised his hand. “Dolores, did you check if your destination is safe?” Dolores held up a binder so thick it could stop a bear. “I checked the crime rates, the weather patterns, the local scams, the bus and train schedules, and how to pronounce the word for bakery in French: boulangerie.”

“Ah,” said Simme, who had wandered in, hoping for a hair trim by Shellie after lunch. “The essentials.”

The group moved on to the day’s topic: Travel Toolbox Tips. Margo read from a travel handout she’d brought. “It says here we should avoid posting our travel plans on social media in real time.”

Eddie gasped. “But how will people know I’m having more fun than they are?” “Post when you get home,” Simme said. “That way your house doesn’t get robbed while you’re busy taking a selfie with the Queen's Guards.”

Harold, who had been robbed on his travels once (long story), nodded solemnly.

Next came the checklist:
• Carry copies of important documents — Dolores held up laminated versions of her passport, itinerary, medical and doctor information, and emergency contacts. She had also laminated her grocery list, just in case.
• Pack extra medication and a copy of your prescriptions — “I bring enough to survive a small apocalypse,” said Margo.
• Use hotel safes — Harold muttered that he once locked his glasses inside one and had to navigate the lobby by echolocation.
• Bring a backup credit card and keep it in a separate location — Eddie proudly announced he had three, all with different reward points he didn’t understand.
• Stay alert in crowded tourist areas — “If someone bumps into you,” Simme said, “assume they’re either a pickpocket or someone who wants to sell you something.”

Finally, Dolores closed her binder and sighed happily. “And the best advice of all? Plan for comfort, not perfection.” Everyone murmured in agreement. They had all reached the age where comfort beat perfection every time — especially when it came to walking shoes, a more relaxed itinerary, bringing your own pillow, and travel locations involving stairs.

Dolores shared one last travel tip: there are websites (like one called Tourlane) that offer free personalized itineraries that can be customized for your perfect getaway. Then if you book, you get a simple, all-in-one price. Designed especially for U.S. travelers, you get support before, during, and after your trip, taking much of the hassle out of international vacations. Travel doesn't have to be complicated.

As the meeting wrapped up, Eddie raised one last question. “So, Simme… is there a yoga pose for safe traveling?” Simme smiled. “Yes. It’s called the Cobra Pose. It puffs up the chest, strengthens your backbone, and scares off pickpockets. Just breathe, relax, and remember you’ve already survived everything life has thrown at you so far.”

The group applauded. Dolores zipped up her binder. Eddie felt better, knowing she’d prepared her upcoming trip with safety in mind. And together, they stepped into the sunshine — a little wiser, a little better prepared, and eager for 2026 travel adventures.

Tuesday, June 9, 2026:
8:30 Foot Care
9:30 Quilts of Valor
10:00 Quilt and Craft
11:30 Lunch: German Sausage on a Hoagie Roll served with Baked Beans and Coleslaw
1:00 BINGO
1:00 Haircuts by Shellie Reed

06/08/2026

💄 Marilyn Turns 100 Celebration
— A Burlington Senior Center Story

The Burlington Senior Center had seen its share of themed parties — Elvis Day, a Sock Hop dance, even that one unforgettable “Wear Your Favorite Hat” day when Harold’s sombrero took out a ceiling tile in the dining room. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared them for Marilyn Monroe’s 100th Birthday Bash.

The decorations committee (which was really just Pearl and her glue gun and a big box of pink boas) had transformed the Senior Center into a shimmering tribute to Hollywood’s most iconic blonde. There were gold stars on the Community Room walls, red lipstick prints on the napkins, and a cardboard cutout of Marilyn behind the front desk whose glamorous gaze seemed to follow people every time they approached the coffee bar.

Gladys arrived wearing a white halter dress she’d found in the back of her closet. “It’s not exactly like Marilyn’s,” she said, “but if the wind kicks up, we’re all going to learn something about gravity.”

Eugene, who had never seen a BSC theme he didn’t take too far, showed up in a tuxedo jacket and sunglasses. “I’m her bodyguard,” he announced. “From what?” asked Mabel. “From all of you,” he said, gesturing at the room. “I’ve seen how you behave around cake.”

At 10:15 sharp, Simme from Chair Yoga wandered in, took one look at the decorations, and said, “Oh good, I thought I walked into the wrong decade.”

The highlight of the morning was the “Marilyn Look Alike Parade,” which was less of a parade and more of a slow shuffle around the room while everyone tried not to trip on their pink boas.

Ruth had curled her hair into tight platinum waves. “I was going for Marilyn,” she said, “but I think I landed somewhere between poodle and humidity.”

Frank entered wearing a blonde wig and a red sequined dress. “I’m exploring my range,” he said proudly. “You’re exploring our blood pressure,” muttered Pearl.

Then came the trivia round, where Dolores read fun facts about Marilyn Monroe’s life — her real name (Norma Jeane Mortenson), her unhappy childhood and early modeling career, her rise to fame, her iconic comedies, and how her films earned the equivalent of billions today.

When Dolores announced, “Marilyn would have turned 100 this week,” the room fell quiet for a moment.

Then Eugene raised his hand. “Do we get cake now?” They did. A big white cake with red cherries and a sparkler on top that briefly set off the smoke alarm (BIG no no!) and scared Coordinator Jackie half to death. Everyone clapped anyway.

As they ate, Margo summed it up perfectly: “You know, Marilyn was known for glamour, but she also had humor, heart, and a whole lot of grit. If she were here today, she’d probably tell us to keep laughing, keep shining, and keep showing up — wrinkles, walkers, wig glue and all.” The group nodded, frosting on their lips, boas shedding everywhere.

And for one sparkling June morning, the Burlington Senior Center felt just a little bit Hollywood. 💄

Monday, Jessica 8, 2026:
9:00 GUMBA Cards
9:00 Weight Loss Class
10:00 Chair Yoga
10:30 David Lee Howard Live Music
11:30 Lunch: Cheese Omelet served with Sausage Links and Hashbrowns
12:30 Art Group

06/05/2026

RSVP needed for the Father's Day Luncheon on June 18th. Call or stop by the BSC Front Desk: 360-755-0102

06/05/2026

Avoiding the Fracas (Mostly)

The current topic of discussion at the Burlington Senior Center was “The Art of Arguing: Avoiding the Fracas,” which sounded peaceful enough… until a few of the usual suspect seniors showed up.

Mildred showed up first, proudly carrying a giant tote bag labeled “NO DRAMA, JUST COFFEE.” She set it down and announced, “I’m here for calm discussion and maybe a Girl Scout cookie.”

Everyone nodded. Calm. Girl Scout cookies. Good start.

Then Frank walked in wearing noise canceling headphones the size of salad bowls. “Frank, are you okay?” Mildred asked. “I’m PREVENTING FRACAS,” he shouted, far louder than necessary. “CAN’T BE TOO CAREFUL.”

Next came Dolores, who had prepared for the day by bringing a stack of color-coded conversation cards:
Green = Safe Topic
Yellow = Proceed With Caution
Red = Absolutely Not, Don’t Even Try It

She slapped a green card on the table. “Today we stick to weather, pets, and baked goods. That’s it.” Everyone agreed. It was a solid plan.

They started with weather. “Nice day out,” Mildred said. “Too hot,” Frank replied. “Too cold,” Dolores countered. “Too windy,” said Gus, who had just arrived and was already stirring the pot. Dolores froze. “We’re drifting into opinions. Yellow card!”

To reset the mood, Mildred pulled out her phone to show a picture of her cat, Mr. W***y Whiskerstein. Everyone cooed.

Then Gus said, “Cats are fine, but dogs are—”
“RED CARD!” Dolores barked, slapping the table like a referee at the Super Bowl. Frank jumped so hard his headphones slid sideways.

They moved on to baked goods, which seemed safe.
“I like Girl Scout cookies,” Mildred said.
“Thin Mints,” Frank added.
“Samoas!” Gus declared.

Dolores narrowed her eyes. “Oatmeal-peanut-buttery things. Do-see-somethings.”
“That’s not the name of a Girl Scout cookie!”
“It is.”
“It isn’t.”
“Close enough.”

Frank, sensing danger, slowly reached for his headphones. Dolores raised a red card. “We are extremely close to a full-out fracas.”

Just then, Nora, breezed in with a tray of assorted Girl Scout cookies she bought from her granddaughter Rosie. “Look!” she said. “Thin Mints, Samoas, AND Do-se-dos. Everyone wins.”

The room fell silent. Then Mildred said, “Well… I suppose compromise is nice.” Gus nodded. “And delicious.”

Dolores tucked her red cards away. “Fine. But next time, we’re doing a discussion theme that’s easier. Like ‘National Nap Day.’”

Frank, already munching a Girl Scout cookie, said, “I vote yes.” Everyone groaned. “FRANK,” they said in unison, “NO VOTING REFERENCES.”
He shrugged. “Sorry. Habit.”

And just like that, the Burlington Senior Center successfully avoided the fracas… mostly.

Friday, June 5, 2026:
9:00 Acupuncture
10:00 ZUMBA Gold
10:30 Odette Freels Live Music
10:30 Powerful Tools for Caregivers Class
11:30 Lunch: Chicken Souvlaki served with Lemon Roasted Potatoes and Pita Bread
12:15 Party Bridge

06/04/2026

Coming this Saturday!

Burlington Lawn Mower Races...11am at the Rotary Park Dirt Track!

06/04/2026

🌼 “The Day the Second Graders Took Over the Senior Center”

Everyone at the Burlington Senior Center had been preparing for the visit from the Bayview Elementary second-grade classes on their annual “Know Your City” field trip, but no one was truly ready.

At 10:59 a.m., the building was calm. Peaceful. Almost suspiciously quiet.

Precisely one minute later, at 11:00 a.m. sharp, the doors burst open and 40 second graders poured in like a stampede of cheerful, backpack wearing ducklings. Their teacher, Ms. Ramirez, mouthed “I’m so sorry” as she was swept along in the current.

The volunteers from the Burlington Senior Center Advisory Committee braced themselves, feeling more than a little terrified.

“Welcome to the Burlington Senior Center!” announced Terry, who had practiced her greeting in the mirror all morning — complete with hand gestures and a smile she hoped would withstand children.

Her greeting lasted exactly three seconds before it was swallowed by a slightly squeaky kid chorus:
“Are we planting REAL flowers?”
“Can I have 97 stickers?”
“Is that a walker or a robot?”
“I’m seven and three quarters. How old are YOU?”

The peat pot decorating table instantly became the center of the universe. Stickers launched into the air like confetti at a parade. One child slapped a “Save the Bees” sticker onto Arnie’s elbow before he even knew he’d been tagged. Another carefully placed a daisy sticker on the fire extinguisher “to make emergencies pretty.”

Then came the moment Sue mentioned that Nasturtium flowers are edible — which was immediately followed by a small voice asking, with great seriousness: “So… are the peat pots snacks too?” Arnie nearly choked on his coffee.

Meanwhile, the BSC volunteers bravely struggled to keep up. Jeanette demonstrated how to fill a pot with soil, but the kids interpreted this as “create a soil volcano.” Paulette attempted to explain what the Senior Center does, but her audience was deeply distracted by a worm they found in the planter soil. And Arnie—poor Arnie—was cornered by a group demanding to know if he had been alive “in the olden days when dinosaurs roamed Burlington.”

At 11:45, the first group left with their flowerpots, dripping popsicles, and their teachers clutching hand wipes like life preservers. The Advisory Committee volunteers slumped into chairs. “We survived,” whispered Paulette.

But then— At 12:30— The second wave arrived. This group was somehow louder, faster, and stickier.

One child asked if the Senior Center had a secret basement.
Another asked if seniors had recess.
A third asked if they could come back tomorrow “This place is AWESOME.”

By 1:15, the final group marched out triumphantly with their decorated pots, their flowers, and their popsicles held high like victory flags.

The volunteers looked around at the aftermath: Sticky popsicle goo on the floor. Flower stickers on chairs. A single abandoned teeny red tennis shoe. And one forgotten peat pot mysteriously labeled “To: Grandma, From: Chaos Chrissy.”

But everyone agreed—it was the most joyful, hilarious, high-energy day the Burlington Senior Center had seen all year. As Arnie said, peeling a bee sticker off his elbow: “I need a nap… but that was pretty darn fun.”

Thursday, June 4, 2026:
10:30 Narcan Training-Sign up at front desk
11:00-1:15 Bayview 2nd Grader Field Trip Visit
11:30 Bridge
11:30 Lunch: Ham & Pasta Bake served with Northwest Veggies and Apricots
12:15 Hand and Foot
12:30 Art w/Dee Doyle

06/03/2026

🚲 “World Bicycle Day or the BSC Pedal Parade”

The morning of June 3rd -- World Bicycle Day (WBD for short) -- started innocently enough. Marla, a new Burlington Senior Center volunteer with an over-flowing abundance of enthusiasm, thought the seniors should celebrate the day with a “simple little bike parade” just for fun. That was her first mistake.

By 9:00 a.m., the parking lot looked like someone had shaken a Walmart Supercenter and dumped out every wheeled object ever invented.

Leo arrived first and pulled a folding bicycle out of his camper van he claimed was “aerodynamic,” though it squeaked like a mouse with stage fright. Nora rolled up on a three wheeled recumbent bike, reclining so low she looked like she was commuting from ground level. Then came Clyde, proudly pedaling a tandem bicycle—alone. When asked where the second rider was, he said, “I’m manifesting one.”

But the real showstopper was Tilly, who zoomed in on a bright yellow delivery bike with a giant front basket. Inside the basket sat her Chihuahua, Priscilla, wearing goggles and a tiny orange reflective vest. “Emotional support copilot,” she announced.

Marla tried to organize everyone into a neat parade line, but that lasted about four seconds. Leo’s folding bike kept collapsing. Nora’s recumbent was so low that Clyde kept losing sight of her and shouting, “Man down!” And Tilly’s dog barked every time someone rang a bike bell, which caused more bell ringing, which caused more barking, which caused more bell ringing.

Eventually, they set off—if you can call it that. The “parade” moved at three different speeds: slow, slower, and “Is Clyde actually going backwards?”

Halfway around the block, Clyde finally found a tandem partner: a confused mailman named Jeff who got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. He rode along anyway because his feet hurt, Jeff was a good sport, and also because Clyde refused to stop pedaling long enough to let him off until they got back to the BSC.

Marla declared senior center's first annual WBD event a “rousing success,” mostly because no one had tipped over, they all made it around the block, and Priscilla had only barked 47 times.

Tilly raised her water bottle and said, “Next year, let’s do a Tour de Burlington—same chaos, longer route.” Everyone cheered, except Jeff, who quietly asked if someone could help him get off the tandem. He had mail to deliver.

Wednesday, June 3, 2026:
9:00 GUMBA Cards
10:00 Tai Chi Class
10:30 Meditation Class
11:30 Lunch: Chicken Fried Steak served with Mashed Potatoes & Gravy and Apple Crisp
12:30 Pinochle
1:00 Ukulele Class

Reminder: Tomorrow, June 4th, is the free Narcan Training class at 10:30. Please sign up at the BSC front desk if you'd like to attend.

06/02/2026

🌿 Weak Ties — A Burlington Senior Center Story

On Tuesday morning, the Burlington Senior Center lobby was unusually lively — not because anything special was happening, but because three people who barely knew each other all arrived early and immediately pretended they weren’t lost. You could call them “weak ties” … people you know but not very well. Mere acquaintances.

First was Evelyn, who had come for Quilt and Craft but couldn’t remember if it was in the Community Room or “that room behind the dining room with the plant that looks like it’s giving up.”

Next was Gordon, who wandered in half asleep looking for today’s live music (he never missed a Ward McCary session), but somehow ended up in the wrong room holding a meditation cushion.

And finally, Lila, who had no idea what she wanted to do that day — mostly she just liked the BSC’s delicious coffee. Cheaper than Starbuck’s and served with a side of good conversation.

They’d seen each other around the BSC, of course. Nodded politely in the hallway once or twice. And exchanged the classic senior center greeting: “Is this where the thing is?” But they had never actually talked. That changed when all three reached for the same chair.

“Go ahead,” Evelyn said. “No, you,” Gordon insisted. “I’m flexible,” Lila added, “emotionally, not physically.” They all laughed — the kind of laugh that only happens when strangers realize they’re on the same wavelength and soon were chatting.

Evelyn mentioned she used to design greeting cards. Gordon casually revealed he built birdhouses as a hobby. Lila admitted she’d been designing an online storefront on Etsy that she thought looked pretty good, but she had “the confidence of a turnip” about what to sell.

Within minutes, they were brainstorming like they’d known each other for years. “What if we combine our skills?” Evelyn said. “Birdhouses with inspirational messages,” Gordon suggested. “And I can sell them online,” Lila added. “Or… attempt to. With your help.” They all paused. Had they just… formed a business?

By the time the Lemon Pepper Fish was served they had:
• Accidentally created a micro enterprise
• Designed a logo on a napkin
• Recruited two curious onlookers
• And received three pre-orders from people who overheard them and said, “I’d buy that.”

All because three acquaintances — weak ties — happened to sit near each other and start talking. Later, as they walked to their actual classes (which were, predictably, in three different rooms), Lila said: “You know, I almost stayed home today.” Evelyn nodded. “Me too.” Gordon shrugged. “But this was better than going to the dentist.” They laughed again.

And just like that, the Burlington Senior Center had a brand-new trio — not quite best friends, not quite strangers, but something wonderfully in between. Weak ties — the people we know just a little — can spark new ideas, fresh perspectives, and creative collaborations.

Sometimes all it takes is sitting down, saying hello, or admitting you have no idea where your class is. Because staying curious, connected, and open to small conversations can turn an ordinary Tuesday at the Burlington Senior Center into the start of something meaningful.

Tuesday, June 2, 2026:
8:30 Foot Care
9:30 Quilts of Valor
10:00 Quilt and Craft
10:30 Ward McCary Live Music
11:30 Lunch: Lemon Pepper Fish served with Rice Pilaf and Pineapple Chunks
1:00 BINGO
1:00 Haircuts by Shellie

06/01/2026

🌞 Confidence: The Art of Being Enough
— A Burlington Senior Center Story

On Monday morning, the Burlington Senior Center lobby smelled like fresh coffee, optimism, and just a hint of Bengay.

June 1st had arrived, and with it, a brand-new week full of possibility — at least according to the Art Hallway display case, which now featured a giant poster reading: “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter."

The first to arrive was Opal, age 74, who had recently decided she was done apologizing for things that weren’t her fault — like the weather, other people’s moods, and the global supply chain. She marched in wearing a T shirt that said: “I’m Not Difficult. I’m Selectively Enthusiastic.”

Behind her came Lenny, who had spent the morning giving himself a pep talk in the mirror. “You are a confident man,” he told his reflection. “You are capable.” “You are… wearing two different shoes.” He shrugged. “Confidence first. Matching footwear later.”

Then came Tilly, who had recently decided to challenge her old money beliefs. “I used to think spending money on myself was selfish,” she said, plopping her purse on the table. “But then I realized: I’m the only one who knows what snacks I like.”

The group decided on this morning’s discussion: Small Mindset Shifts. Senior Center Coordinator Jackie smiled at them. “Today let's talk about the surprising power of everyday connections. How the little things — a conversation, a compliment, a moment of courage — can shift your whole day.”

Opal raised her hand. “I had a moment of courage this morning. I told my neighbor I didn’t want her zucchini.” The room gasped. “That’s huge,” Laney said. “Setting boundaries builds confidence.”

Lenny nodded. “I set a boundary too. I told my cat he can’t wake me up before 6 a.m.” “How’d that go?” Tilly asked. “He ignored me completely. But I felt empowered.”

Jackie continued. “After 60, growth doesn’t stop. It just becomes more intentional.” Opal leaned back. “Exactly. I’m too old to be insecure. If I don’t know something, I’ll ask. If I want something, I’ll say so. If I like myself, that’s enough.”

Tilly grinned. “I like myself more now than I did at 40 after my divorce. And I’ve stopped worrying about being WITH someone. I’m enough.”

“Same,” Lenny said. “Back then I thought confidence meant impressing people. Now it means not caring if they’re impressed.” The group murmured in agreement.

Just then, Lenny’s mismatched shoes caught Opal’s eye. “Lenny,” she said gently, “your shoes don’t match.” He looked down, then shrugged. “I know. But I’m choosing to believe it’s a fashion statement.”

Opal raised her coffee cup. “To confidence and self-esteem — and to wearing whatever makes you feel like the main character in your life's story.” The group lifted their cups with a cheer.

And just like that, confidence improved — and our small but mighty group of BSC seniors were determined to start the week with more courage, more connection, and a whole lot less hesitation.

Because sometimes self-esteem isn’t about big breakthroughs. Sometimes it’s about saying no to zucchini, yes to yourself, and walking boldly into the Burlington Senior Center wearing two different shoes… on purpose.

Monday, June 1, 2026:
9:00 GUMBA Cards
9:00 Weight Loss Class
10:00 — 10:30 Live Music from the Mount Baker Middle School Band and Mariachi
10:00 Board Meeting
10:00 Chair Yoga
11:30 Lunch: Spaghetti & Meatballs served with Garlic Bread

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