Karen Riles Again

Wearing my lucky (Made in 1944) shirt to bingo this afternoon brought me luck. I won the third game and selected a sunglass case from the prize table.

I went on to win game six, where I selected a hummingbird feeder so I can lure them to the patio and watch hummingbirds from my perch on the couch.

So other players won’t get their panties in a bunch, the rule is — one can only win twice so, when I later won again on Game 7 — twice, I didn’t call out bingo.

As to how I one twice on Game 7, it was synchronicity — I was working three cards and two cards hit bingo at the same time.

So in total, I’d actually won four times, and kept that knowledge to myself so I wouldn’t get jumped by a bunch of old ladies.

There were no fresh baked pastries for the folks this time around. Instead, it was popcorn and sodas, because the Baker was unavailable — she’d taken a fall.

Her second.

One fall was outside on the property — the ambulance came and took her away.

This fall happened inside her unit — her daughter drove her to the ER.

There have been some near misses, as her balance isn’t good.

I witnessed such a near miss earlier this week when she and I were chitchatting outside and all of a sudden she began losing her balance, grabbed onto a tree to stabilize herself.

She was able to stabilize but being as how the drought has not only killed the grass, it’s killing the trees, just her gently touching the side of the tree caused a whole chunk of the tree to just crumble.

The area circled in purple is where the Baker rested her hand. The piece in red is what fell off. The tree feels like one good shove and it would turn to dust.

Some of our trees are marked with X’s. I assume because they’re dead and need to be removed. The one the Baker leaned on isn’t marked for removal but, from the looks of its condition, should be.

At any rate, I’d taken a little veggie salad (carrots, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers) to nibble on during the break but, when I saw they had something I could eat — popcorn, I saved the salad for dinner.

I had an opportunity at bingo to ask Talker what she was doing around 1:30 on Monday that so irritated her Karen neighbor that Karen came outside and stared up at the Talker’s unit.

Of course she couldn’t remember that far back, but did say she was sweeping her patio one day during the week when Karen came out and began complaining about the Talker’s bed waking her up at 3:30 a.m.

Talker said she responded with "Oh no. It wasn’t my bed, because I got rid of it last time you complained about the bed. I’m sleeping on just the mattress now, and I’m not giving up the mattress, sleeping on the floor. Take it up with the office".

I said, "Wait a minute, hold on. There is no way you gave up your bed and are now sleeping on a mattress because she complained your bed made noise."

Unbelievable and ridiculous as this sounds, it’s what Trainer said she did.

Upon hearing this, one woman at my table echoed my shock and said she’d seen the bedframe at the dumpster, had wondered whose it was, why it was there, and later saw Head Maintenance Guy break it up so the pieces could fit inside the dumpster.

So, Karen is on the warpath again, but I doubt she’ll complain to management because she’s kinda on probation from when corporate got involved last time.

I remain fascinated by G’s button jar.

Getting a closer look, I see there’s a lot of kitty cats and even a little milk jar and kitty food bowl.

I had my first hummingbird visitor just a few minutes ago, while typing up this post. He moved too fast for me to get over to the window, catch a photo ... or he saw me coming and skadoodled.

I hope I did the sugar water correctly (1 part sugar  ... organic pure cane sugar is what I have in my cupboard and 4 parts water). Don't want to get it wrong and make the hummingbirds ill.