While in the Laundry Room on Saturday, talking to a resident I’ve never seen before — even though she tells me she’s lived here for three years, I asked if she’d gone to movie night.
Her response was to laugh — long and hard.
Once she stopped laughing, she said — with a smirk on her face, “No one did …. except my neighbor and his wife”.
From this resident’s obvious enjoyment of the Tyrant’s failure, I’m deducing that his carrying on with movie night, rather than telling the couple the event was cancelled due to lack of interest, has residents laughing behind his back. He’s become a joke.
When people in power lord it over others who, for one reason or another, feel they can’t speak up/fight back, those powerless ones find other less hazardous to themselves ways to exact revenge. Silence and non-participation is one such effective measure.
However, the Tyrant may have found a way to break down some of the wall that’s between himself and residents. The Baker tells me he’s bringing bingo back.
These old people love them some bingo. So, they will undoubtedly put aside their dislike and participate.
Even the Baker, who opted out of everything some time ago, long before the pandemic shut activities down, said she planned to participate.
And get this … not only is the Tyrant bringing bingo back, he’s planning on being the Caller.
I too enjoy bingo, but I’m not desperate enough to lock myself into the community room, with a group of residents when the pandemic is nowhere near over, plus have to look at the Tyrant’s deceitful face, listen to words coming out of his lying liar’s mouth.
Besides … doesn’t he have more important work to do?
I’ve not run into Jan — the painted rock maker, in some time; however, I have seen her latest work in and around my area, which consists of smooth oval rocks with bible verses.
I captured photos of three.
You will note there is not the usual polish on my nails in those photos. I'm such a girlie girl that I actually feel naked when not wearing polish but, in the process of giving my nails a breather, I didn’t want to take a chance on the rocks being taken as souvenirs before I got polish on and could get a photo fully dressed.
I'm impressed at how neatly Jan managed to script on these rocks.
At any rate, I didn’t have to worry about someone removing the rocks before I could polish my nails and take a proper photo, because I confiscated two of the three to add to my collection right after I captured those photos.
I'll have to let Jan know, so she'll know they're in appreciative hands, not tossed.
The two I confiscated go well with my nails — now freshly skittle polished, don’t you think?