Still A Mystery

During the week, one of the tv stations did an update on the guy that left a human jawbone at the PD.

Bottom line … it’s still a mystery, a closed case mystery for now.

Yesterday was Bingo Friday. The Black Witch graced us with her presence.

If you will recall, the "Black Witch" is the long-time resident who joined us in October, bullied Red Light, then tried to bully me.

I can’t abide a bully, so we got into it with me threatening to make a voodoo doll and putting a curse on her.

She either decided not to risk the voodoo curse, or maybe it was because I stood up to her and she’s not accustomed to that, but either way she made a point of staying out of my way yesterday. Instead of sitting with her best friend in the complex, who was seated at the table next to mine, she chose to sit at the opposite end of the room.

Honky dory fine by me because I was prepared to take up where we’d left off had she’d started any of her nonsense.

My little stalker also was in attendance. Walked in with Grandma Talker and though looking dead at me managed to control herself.

Evidently, Talker has given granddaughter instructions to give me some breathing space, look but don't touch.

Little stalker now needs to have that same talk with grandma because, making the rounds, Talker stopped at my table, chatted me up and snuck in a hug before heading off.

Occasionally, as games were being played and in between, I saw little stalker turn around in her chair to look at me, see what I was doing.

What I was doing was pretending not to see her looking, avoiding eye contact so as to not encourage her to run over.

At one point during the break, while grandma was otherwise occupied and grandma’s best friend in the complex, seated with them, wasn't paying attention, I heard little stalker say, "I’ve got to show Shirley" and she ran over to show me the goodies she’d scored at the desert table.

I made the appropriate oohs, awes, and she skipped away happy.

Food served at the break were cookies, cupcakes, strawberries dipped in chocolate.

I’ve been off strawberries ever since seeing that TikTok video, but it looked so delish that I took a chance, and my gut was doing okay with it ….. until someone said the strawberries had been purchased at Walmart and Red Light had dipped them in Ghirardelli chocolate herself whereupon my gut began to rebel.

I knew it was more a mental reaction than a gut episode because the thought of eating food purchased at Walmart creeps me out — for no reason other than it just does, and I’d vowed never to eat anything coming out of Red Light’s unit after that time I saw how dark and depressing her kitchen was. Once I processed what I’d just been told, realized my gut was reacting not to the strawberries but the information, I told myself it was psychosomatic, not real, and my gut immediately settled down.

Once again, I won not a single game, just like last time and the time before, but it occurred to me the reason why is that our bingo has become so popular that the room is now packed. If you don’t arrive early, chances are you’ll be scrambling for a seat, which is great the event is going so well.

Flip side is that with so many in attendance, odds of winning goes down. I’m frequently one number away on multiple cards when someone else yells BINGO!

Activity Director’s Tuesday bingo games are not going as well. Red Light and Baker are still trying to help AD out by encourage residents to attend.

The ladies tell me AD is supposedly hosting a Valentine’s Day Party next Tuesday.

I’m not trusting it to be a party, but not wanting to miss a good one if so, I said I’d casually walk by, peek in the door and, if it looked to be the dud I expect, I’ll just keep moving.