On the 20th Day of Christmas.

I do not yet feel safe. Sense it’s far too soon for me to break out the bottle of champagne I’ve been holding onto, waiting for the day when 45 lands in jail or is recalled by the Infinite Invisible.

So, I’ll just keep that champagne on ice until I feel safe.

Management held its "Christmas Celebration and Crafts" for the seniors yesterday.

Confused by the "crafts", thinking it might be something I did not want to miss, like decorating cookies, I headed on down to the Community Room for the celebration and found residents lined up, waiting for the doors to open, the event to begin.

It was an impressive showing for a Management event. I saw residents in line who had not come out in ages for events.

In addition to the Usual Suspects, there was Next Door Neighbor, the Nice Old Guy — upstairs unit across from me, Church Lady who hasn’t made an appearance on the complex grounds or in the blog for years, the resident who moved in and quickly got a reputation of being sex starved and aggressive with the males and pissed off Church Lady because this then new resident made a play for Nice Old Guy who, at that time, was Church Lady’s special friend.

Last time Over Sexed made the blog was 2019 when she came to the Cupcake Decorating event and proudly made/displayed a suggestive cupcake.

Seeing her around the complex since those early days, she seemed to mellow out, is now much more reserved and, when I spotted her in line for the Christmas event, she was very well dressed …… to the nines, but in a red suit, adorned by a red hat, red shoes, red handbag.

All that red may or may not be a substitute for / more subdued expression of her nature.

Dream Lover was in line.

I’d have thought he’d bring his little Lady Friend, but she wasn’t on his arm. Possibly because Management doesn’t usually allow visitors or caregivers to attend its functions.

I recall one year — I think it was a Thanksgiving celebration, when a caregiver brought the person she was caring for down to the event, could not leave her alone, and was told she can sit with her, but the food was only for residents.

Inasmuch as there was a ton of food, enough for seconds and then some, that seemed silly to me. So, I approached the Activity Director (AD) we had at that time, told her that, since I can’t eat, it leaves extra for the caregiver.

AD thought that was fair, and caregiver was able to feast along with everyone else.

Checking with Homegirl, in line at yesterday's event, I learned "crafts" was a mistake. Told the Christmas Celebration was solely an eating event, that "You know they'd mess it up" (meaning can't do anything right), I did not stick around, went back to my unit, worked on that never ending needlepoint.

Before leaving, however, I peered in to see if Complex Manager’s table and chair configuration had been returned to her previous config.

It had not.

In fact, it looked as though management itself had rearranged everything into one large group setting to accommodate its needs for the event.

So, what I’m getting is ……… although Complex Manager touted her reason for ordering us not to move tables and chairs, because it’s damaging the cheap wood furniture and scratching the cheap faux wood flooring, she can have things moved at will, but we can’t.

Won’t know until our next bingo — Friday 12/29, what the configuration will look like and whether the refrigerator is back on lock or not.

Lastly, along about 6:00 yesterday evening, there was a Knock Knock on the door.

SURPRISE! It wasn’t my Little Stalker, it was Red Light.

OMG! She managed to climb stairs!!! I’m in trouble now.

Amazed to see her standing there, I asked how she managed it.

She said something about her legs and foot being better.

Oh No! I am in trouble now.

As for why she climbed the stairs, it was to bring me a Christmas gift — Victoria Secret lotions.

Nice, but I hope she doesn’t now make a habit of dropping by.