Beast Mode

Checked into the Community Room this morning to see how the sign-up sheet is going for next Tuesday’s Harvest Breakfast.

This is the event management has nothing to do with, but is the brainchild of The Baker, The Seer and Apache.

I’m surprised that Nurse Ratched, having not approved our sign-up sheet being posted, hasn’t torn it down yet, but there’s still time for her to come up with some kind of meanness – tear down the list, lock up the Community Room that morning, something to thwart our plans.

At any rate, to date we’ve got about 20 people signed up to bring a dish. One woman signed up for Eggs Benedict … fancy.

Of course, finicky woman that I am, I don’t eat just anybody’s food, and for sure my sensitive stomach can’t handle runny eggs and hollandaise sauce, so I’ll stick pretty close to what I bring and one of The Baker’s biscuits.

Having experienced so many kitchen fails, I’ve been testing out I can actually produce Bacon Wrapped Tater Tots that morning.

The first test came out cloyingly sweet due to the recipe calling for bacon dredged in a mixture of brown sugar and adobo sauce, so I tried the recipe out with less sugar, then with no sugar, just a smidgeon adobo sauce, then just bacon and tots. Though I like the spicy adobo sauce, I don’t think the old people can handle it, so I’ll be presenting plain -- tots wrapped in bacon.

While in the Community Room, I learned Harmless Flirty Guy (HFG) had contacted The Seer during the week. Per The Seer, he sounded his old self, called to give her his new telephone number and to gripe that, “I hear the kids have moved me out and shut down the apartment”.

“LOL, Yes that’s true”, says she.

In response to The Seer’s inquiry as to HOW he managed to break a leg and both ankles, HFG hemmed, hawed, mumbled and would not clearly say. So the mystery goes on.

In addition to not being happy at having been moved out of the complex, HFG went on to say, regarding being hospitalized, “They’ve got me in here with all these OLD people.”

With all the old people here on the senior complex, those he’s hospitalized with must be really super old for him to complain, or maybe it's because we're active here and those hospitalized with him are bedridden.

Once he recuperates, the plan – not his plan, but his family’s plan, is that one of his sons just bought a home with a little house out back where the family plans to install HFG.

Sounds pretty sweet to me -- family to take care of him, yet privacy in his own little house and no bills.

That being the case, I have a feeling once he’s able to drive and get around on his own, he’ll be hitting the casino more often and I’m sure we’ll see him hanging around with old friends on the property again.

Nothing special on tap for me remainder of the day. Getting more work done on that never ending needlepoint project and, completely over the pain and swelling of Sunday’s calf injury, resting up for tomorrow’s Run 4 Bacon 5K.

The plan this weekend is to go beast mode (attempt a high energy endeavor) with back-to-back 5K’s, Run 4 Bacon on Saturday, Monster Run on Sunday.

We’ll see.