No Sherlock, Sh!t

Waking up shortly after 5:00 this morning, I realized I was up early enough to catch an episode of Sherlock Homes, as played by actor Basil Rathbone.

I’ll watch anyone playing Sherlock Homes, but especially enjoy watching Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock now and reruns of Rathbone’s 1939 Sherlock, which shows up on Channel 189 early Sunday mornings.

I’m not always up early enough to catch it but, since I was up early enough this morning, I headed for the television, cued up the channel and was met with a John Wayne western.

No Sherlock, sh!t … oh well, onward and upwards.

Planning on a lazy do nothing day, I booted up the laptop, read a few blogs while intermittently channel surfing the TV, where I found nothing that was the usual Sunday faire. Instead, it was impeachment hearings and a whole lot of nothing on other channels.

Wait … what’s going on … what day is this, thought I.

Clicking the laptop calendar, I learned today is Monday.

It all makes sense now. LOL.

No lazing around this morning. Today being a Pain Cave workout day, I got busy running a bath, making breakfast, but … where did the weekend go?!

I did make contact with the seniors since posting no activity calendar, learned Activity Director is still on the payroll, but has taken time off due to a family emergency.

Or so that’s the story being given out now. If she doesn’t return, we’ll know better.

Assistant Complex Manager’s (ACM) office had a sign indicating she’ll be out for some time.

Apache says she’s been written up and suspended. Something to do with going off on him in the presence of the new Community Manager, but I’m not sure I believe Apache this time, because I see a pattern. ACM gets sick around this time every year and takes three/four weeks off.

She does, however, hate Apache. And I do mean HATE — tried to get Apache evicted a couple times.

One time, when I was in discussion with ACM about rulebreakers disturbing our building’s peace by doing laundry at 3:30 in the morning, and I mentioned Apache once had been given a key and allowed to police the issue (until he pissed off a Corporate bigwig and had the key taken away), it was like Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde. ACM’s face changed ugly and her body language looks like she was near to explode when she blurted out, “The person with the key is doing it himself!” — meaning Apache himself was guilty of doing laundry at 3:30. Which he did, but not the laundry room in my building, so I didn’t care. LOL.

At any rate, ACM is making Apache’s day. He loves it that he gets a rise out of her.

A wise TV commercial once touted, “Never let ‘em see you sweat”. Non-reaction is the way for ACM to win the war with Apache, but she’ll have to figure that one out herself.

So today being Monday, instead of Sunday, the plan is first the Pain Cave, then run down some pre-baked gingerbread men/women for cookie decorating, because this Saturday is the cookie decorating party and the flyer indicates “BYO cookies”.

I do that anyway — always bring my own, but I’m not sure I’ll be decorating with the seniors this time because Saturday is also the Christmas Breakfast, sponsored by the Residents’ Volunteer Activity Committee (RVA).

Breakfast is at 10:00 — biscuits, sausage gravy, scrambled eggs, grits. I’ll be bringing coffee — Starbucks of course.

Cookie Decorating is at 11:00, and I just don’t see that back-to-back schedule working out.

It’s going to be too chaotic, not to mention I might not be alive to decorate cookies, or will be in so much pain that I'll wish I weren’t alive, because it’s been three years since I’ve eaten biscuits/gravy and, fed up with having to pass on ‘em, I fully plan to indulge — to heck with the consequences.

If I survive, I’ll take photos for the RVA of the senior’s decorating skills, but do my own decorating in the comfort, peace of my own unit when up to it.