Guess I’m going to
have to reset the three strikes thing, because yesterdays Memorial Day
Barbeque was great.
When I went down ten
minutes prior to Activity Director’s event last Tuesday, she was nowhere in
sight, the grill wasn’t going – in fact Assistant Maintenance Guy was cleaning
the grill, and there was confusion as to who was going to man the grill.
When I went down ten
minutes prior to the Residents Volunteer Activity’s event, everything was
already in full swing – the grill was going, music was playing, residents were
dancing around, socializing, having a good time, with more residents coming to
join us as time went on.
And guess who was
manning the grill.
That’s right, it was
Shadow.
When asked to do the
duty last week, he was pissy and walked away. However, inasmuch as he had not
been asked to man the grill this time -- arrangements had been made with a female
resident (The Lady Who Wants Braids [LWWB]), he decided he wanted to do it.
Go figure.
Anyway, we ended up
with two grill masters and they worked it out. Shadow did the ribs and links,
the LWWB did the chicken.
There was so much
food – macaroni salad, potato salad, fruit, barbeque beans, corn on the cob,
baked potato, some sort of squash dish, someone brought tea, two people brought
popcorn.
Since a baked potato doesn’t
upset my gut, I was able to eat that; plus, the LWWB grilled a chicken breast
for me with only salt and onion powder instead of BBQ sauce. I’d also made a
few deviled eggs for myself using gluten-free soy-free ingredients, as opposed
to the real mayo, sugar, pickle relish used in eggs for the seniors.
I got a surprise when
I removed the aluminum foil from what I thought was two small baked red
potatoes -- I found one potato, one whole onion.
That was a fortuitous
error because onions are on my menu in some way shape form daily, but I didn’t
know they could be baked whole.
I’ll be doing that
from now on when I roast veggies.
So anyway,
yesterday’s event was A-Okay.
The only thing that
wasn’t okay was Apache bringing up the Orange Idiot in Chief and getting into a
political debate with a resident who didn’t want to be debated.
When Apache began
talking about all the great things the Orange Idiot has done, including
bringing that last guy home, the resident made the grievous error, in Apache’s
Trumpette brain to say, “I hate that Mother F ___er”.
An expression I hear
a lot around here relative to the Orange Idiot.
Apache lost his damn mind.
He was ranting and raving, as the resident said, “I don’t want to talk about
this”.
Apache wouldn’t let
it go, “It’s disrespectful to talk about the president like that. You can
get in a lot of trouble.”
The resident said she
was getting upset and didn’t want to hear it.
“That’s the problem.
When we talk about all he’s done, no one wants to hear it”, Apache raged on.
At this point, I’m
thinking “That’s because we’re not blind.
We know it’s all self-serving” and very much wanting to say out loud to
Apache “How can you believe a guy who
lies so much?”. But I knew better to voice it out loud, because Apache was
already turning red and raging out of control. Instead, I told Apache to “Squash
it. We’re having a good time here, no one wants to hear about that stuff”.
Still he persisted. I
began chanting over his tirade, “Shut up, shut up, squash it, shut up”. Others also
began urging him to shut it down.
Shadow came over with
a water bottle and sprayed Apache in the face saying, “You’re all wet”.
With a chorus of us
seniors chanting, and Shadow spraying him again as he keep raging at the woman,
unable to get any of us to pay attention to what he was saying, Apache finally calmed
down, but really – it was kinda scary how out of control he’d gotten.
When it was over,
Apache was back to normal, like nothing had happened, and the party went on.
The resident he’d
gotten into it with is new. She didn't know you never engage when Apache begins praising his hero. You ignore him or get up and walk away but, whatever you do, never ever say anything negative
about his hero. She learned that rule the hard way.
All in all, a fun
event.
Later, back in my
unit, while on the puter, up popped a pin for those skull print onesie pajamas.
I took that to mean
I’m meant to have them, reordered and sent to a different mall for pickup.
Today, it’s back to
scrapbooking. Now working on the Great Donut Run photos, I’ll be totally caught
up in no time and back to needlepoint.