Having signed up for coleslaw, I’d switched to the old standby deli potato salad when, at the store yesterday, I found slaw doesn’t come in 3 pound tubs like potato salad, and the cost of having the deli put together an equivalent amount of slaw was too costly.
So, putting together my personal care package …
… consisting of a container of oil/vinegar dressing, organic relish, jalapeno mustard, and chopped onions, I headed to the Community Room at 12:45 with that tub of potato salad and two packages of Jennie O Turkey Franks, because I don’t eat beef hot dogs and others seem to enjoy the turkey as well, so whoever was grilling could add them to the mix.
I’m what you might call a careful healthy (for all the good it does since I never lose weight) finicky eater, bringing my own condiments, but that’s only because I know what I like, want to make sure it’s available, and don’t want to hassle in a crowd to get it.
So walking into the room, I found the grill off and a room full of residents eating, some already on dessert, some (I was told) had been and gone.
Looking dumbfound I said, “You started early? I thought it wasn’t until 1:00”.
“No, we started at noon”, replied the Activity Director.
I later rechecked the Activity Calendar and 12:00 was the posted time.
Where I got 1:00 from is a mystery. I can only surmise I was not wearing my glasses when I looked at the calendar and didn’t see the 2.
But oh well, I didn’t want and couldn’t eat the prepared beef hot dogs, so I switched to chicken.
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| Lunch and Dinner Tonight |
With two packages of turkey dogs to use up, I won’t have to wonder about what to fix for lunch/dinner for the next two weeks. There was already a tub of potato salad on the table when I arrived but, as folks made plates for later, the second tub came in handy and what wasn’t used up will go into the Community Room refrigerator for whoever wants it.
As late as I was, residents did come in even later, one of which was my next door neighbor.
She brought a Pineapple Upside Down Cake, she'd just made.
My favorite.
I couldn’t resist.
Before she arrived, we were having good conversations about this, that, the other, a lot of speculation about what Nurse Ratched could have done to have her items boxed up and herself escorted off the property, but neighbor is a politico/activist/news junkie type, likes to get on a soapbox about anything/everything, and kept bringing up Trump and the killing of unarmed Black men.
Because of my spiritual belief that everything happens for a reason, the “They meant it for evil, but the Universe meant it for good” theory, that we just hold to that no matter what we see with our eyes, hear with our ears, and wait for the larger plan to unfold, I didn't want her negativity in my head and kept trying to steer the conversation away from discords going on the world.
She wasn’t having it.
Unable to get neighbor off so adamantly expressing the need to do this, do that, I decided it was time to go.
Her cake was delicious, but not perfectly so, because she burnt the edges. Perhaps if she’d paid more attention to baking, and less time on the soap box, the edges would not have been crusty black.
All in all, I’d say the event was successful and we’re now looking forward to the Halloween Costume potluck.
Apache says he already has his costume but, like last year, is keeping it a surprise.
My plan is to reuse the Minion costume I put together for last year’s Halloween 5K in La Mirada, though I doubt many here will even know what a Minion is.
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