Outnumbered

I skipped today’s exercise ─ that which the personal trainer suggested for when I’m not with him. Not because I didn’t have the time, but because I couldn’t spare the energy. 

Based on how drained I felt after last year’s egg coloring party, I knew I was going to need everything I had to deal with the distraction of children in the room.

And so it was that the kids outnumbered the adults three to one.

Of course, the first eight plopped down at the table where I’d set up.

I probably could have handled it except those eight were related to Greedy Grabby and her group of residents. Greedy Grabby joined them. She talks too much and too loud, so I said, “I need more room” and moved to another table where I was later joined by The Baker’s Husband and her great grandson and great granddaughter ─ both of whom I enjoy, so it all worked out as more children arrived, joined that first table, occupied two other tables. 

In fact, I was so comfortable chatting with my two ─ The Baker’s great grandson and great granddaughter, that we had ourselves a little party, ending with dancing the floss dance to the tune of Baby Shark.

Great grandson is bashful, so he declined dancing with us.

Even though it all worked out, I yet and still was tired by the time I made it back to my unit.

Maybe it was the dancing.

There were sodas, chips, popcorn for attendees. Then Apache showed up, feeling his oats, back to his normal self, saying he was no longer hiding from management that management was hiding from him. Something about he went to the Housing Department. Someone from the agency showed up, talked to Assistant Manager, then told Apache to call if he had any further problems.

I don't know how he does it -- always finds a way to get his way.

He’d also just won big at the casino and shared his winnings with the seniors by getting a resident to man the grill while he (Apache) provided the meats to be BBQed -- hot dogs, pork chops, chicken for the egg coloring party attendees, and others who dropped by just for the food.

Maybe that's his secret -- good Karma. He's extremely generous and kind with others, other than management. LOL.

Instead of my usual glamour glitz eggs, I went with a red white and blue scheme this year, threw in opposite cow prints and one black and silver glitz.

My star stamper didn’t work as well as I would have liked, so I had to free hand the stars. They’re not perfect but, as far as I’m concerned, Easter is done.