No bad side effects
from yesterday’s chicken and veggies at the dinner/dance, yet this morning was a
struggle.
In spite of the
message to “Let the dead past bury its dead”, feeling that I needed to see and
be seen for closure, the urge to make an appearance at the dead Klansman’s
memorial was overwhelming.
I fought the feeling
by running errands, making sure to dress inappropriately for a memorial by
putting on the brightly colored Wonder Woman Leggings, so I’d not be able to
end up driving in that direction and showing up yet and still. Plus, in the
back of my mind there was how the Universe would punish me to consider. That something
bad was sure to happen, like an accident, if I ran with my own personal human will.
When all was said and
done, I managed to fight the feeling, close the book on the guy and go on with
my day. I did, however, see a commiserating comment a facebook friend made to one of the
Klan girls checking in “heartbroken” at the graveside.
I question just how
heartbroken one is that they log onto facebook and check in from the cemetery.
Just sayin’.
Tomorrow, Saturday, is
a Breakfast Potluck.
This is something the
Residents Volunteer Activity Committee started two/three months ago, for every 1st
and 3rd Saturday.
Because of my issues
with food, I’ve never participated; but The Baker is making her famous biscuits
and gravy tomorrow, so I signed up to bring a Starbucks Traveler, because the
seniors go out-of-their minds with glee when a box of Starbucks is sitting on
the Community Room counter.
Of course, I’m not
supposed to have biscuits, unless made with almond flour or gravy, unless made
with garbanzo bean flour, which The Baker’s biscuits and gravy are not; but I
do love biscuits and gravy, especially hers, so I expect I’ll eat myself sick, be
sorry later, up all night with stomach pains, but it will pass.
Lastly, the sign-up
sheet has been posted for the Halloween Potluck and, just when I was beginning
to think perhaps I would do deviled eggs for the group after all, I see a male resident
has already signed up for “develed eggs”.
LOL.
I’ll bring deli
potato salad instead, and play it safe with my own deviled eggs
for myself.
If he doesn’t follow
through -- and often folks don't. They sign up for a dish and then don't bring it. But, if this happens, folks can’t be mad at me and resent bringing just for myself. I’ll just say I was going
to make for everyone but, when he signed up, I just made a few with the special
Walden Farms Mayo (sugar free, soybean oil free) that doesn’t disturb my gut
rather than the regular mayo I would have used on eggs for everyone.
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