Late Night Rumblings

Yesterday’s breakfast, consisting of items my stomach doesn’t like – wheat, flour, high fructose corn syrup, didn’t hit me as hard as in the past. Other than some queasiness and late night stomach rumblings, I survived.

After two days of good weather, the heavens opened up again and the angels began crying buckets late last night.

I had plans to hit the University this morning for more PokéBalls but, according to the weatherman, this was going to last through the weekend, so I made indoor plans -- biking, crafting.

The weatherman was wrong.

Along about noon, the sun came out, everything dried up and it was perfect PokémonGo hunting weather, only it was too late to switch my indoor plans, except I did get out and about to pick up groceries and make a run by Starbucks for another pound, just in case.

When the sun was shining on Thursday, I’d made it to the Dollar Tree and found a cute potholder motif at 2 for $1.

I meant to replenish coffee supplies that day but, stopping at a Starbucks near the Tree, went through the drive-thru for a quick cup, and didn’t want to hold up the line asking to have a pound ground.

A little after mid-day today, after picking up coffee and supplies, I finished the Route 66 Challenge. Then set up the sewing machine and knocked out those hot handle holders.

This was a quick project, taking less time to complete than it took to set up the machine, and look how cute.

And how handy.

Wouldn’t you know, I’m already stressing over that commitment to police Pizza Tuesday. Not because I think folks will get mad at me, as I’m sure they will; and not because pizza is another food temptation, because it isn’t. I don’t eat cheese -- even the smell of it isn’t going to be fun. What’s stressing me is having locked myself into being out of my unit, two/three hours, doing nothing.

I can’t needlepoint, because lighting in the Community Room isn’t good enough, and the television in that room has been disconnected.

Something the residents are itching to bring up at the next meeting.

That has something to do with further fallout at Corporate from whatever it was that got Nurse Ratched fired and escorted off the premises by her boss and met by the police outside.

First fallout was Corporate no longer providing free cable to residents. Residents are okay with that.

What residents are not okay with is Corporate not continuing to keep the Community Room television going under Corporate’s provider.

So the next meeting is likely to be a bit contentious. I just hope someone from Corporate is in attendance to take the heat, because it’s not the new Community Manager’s doing, it’s Corporate.

So, anyway, back to Pizza Tuesday … though Apache had declined policing duties, because he didn’t want residents mad at him, he did say he’d posted a sign last time asking folks to be respectful of others, but the sign didn’t work.

Thinking about his sign that didn’t work, I scrapped the idea of yet another sign nicely asking greedy grabby residents to be civilized, and instead printed a note onto peel and paste shipping labels, to be attached directly onto the pizza boxes and side dish containers.

Some will respect the note, others will not, but at least big red lettering will make visible who the problem residents are, and the seniors will know who to blame if the lack of civility causes Activity Director to lose the donated pizza through non-compliance with the program.