Storm Coming

Waking up this morning was not as dramatic as waking up yesterday, thinking yesterday was Bingo Friday.

I was actually in a good mood when I woke up this morning, and sitting for three hours in the Community Room playing bingo this afternoon did not feel the imposition it usually does.

When I rushed from the Pain Cave to the Community room, staked my claim, rushed upstairs, changed out of workout clothes, rushed back down to the Community room, the stuff I’d left to mark my spot was undisturbed, and Di (one of the two talkers that sat at my table last time), was seated with another group.

One of the organizers came over to tell me they’d actually encouraged Di to join the other group in hopes she and Name Dropper (the other talker that became upset at being told to tone it down) would not sit together, because those two can’t sit together without chatting it up.

Name Dropper came into the room shortly after I sat down, and I was praying "Please God, don’t let her sit at my table".

Not that I don’t like her. It’s just that she’s a talker and I don’t like to be bothered during bingo.

Answered prayer. She sat with one of the old biddies that stole my spot a few weeks back.

However, when Name Dropper looked over, saw I was seated alone, she went "Oh, you’re sitting by yourself" and moved to get up — I’m assuming to switch to my table.

I hurriedly held up my hand in a stop motion, said "Don’t worry about me. I’m fine", and she settled back down.

It’s nice she wants to get to know me, but wrong place, wrong time.

Red Light joined us today. So, evidently, Manager has failed in stopping her from visiting as a guest, and I'm pretty sure her threat to contact Corporate, see if there was a way to prohibit Red Light from being on the property, was an empty threat.

So, all went well at bingo, no drama. I didn’t win anything, but I didn’t see anything I wanted on the prize table, so I was fine with not winning.

After bingo, I rushed back upstairs to complete setting the patio up for Christmas before the storm begins — expected tonight, then off/on through to Tuesday.

It still feels early for patio decorations, but seeing decorations going up on the complex, I succumbed to the pressure and got the lights up yesterday.

Plan was to take my time dragging stuff from storage, positioning in place over the weekend. However, news of the impending storm caused me to pivot to get er done now, today, ahead of the storm.

Welcome Santa

View from the outside looking up.

View from the inside looking out.

Majority Ruled NO, so the email has been deleted. We will never know what Da Feuer’s gift was.

The tagline on the latest email asks, "Shirley, where are you putting your signed Trump photo? It’s framed and".

I think you all know me well enough by now to know where I’d be putting it, that is after I smashed it into tiny insertable pieces so I could get the whole thing up his ........