The L Word

The 1st of Halloween only three days away, Skelly decided it was time to shake off the inactivity of being sat in a corner/turned into a lamp for months, begin training for the main event.

Word on the streets is that the office has caved …… the refrigerator in the Community Room is being returned to the Community, management is purchasing and setting up a refrigerator in their own area.

Previously, it was always "no" when the suggestion of management having a little refrigerator in the office for their lunches was made. As to what caused this, as yet unconfirmed change of heart …… it could be that, when the Baker blew up, Manager might have realized she’d been going too far in punishing us seniors because Di had stolen one of their lunches from the refrigerator; what the ramifications would be if an elderly resident was injured transporting stuff for events back and forth from their unit to the Community Room because Manager locked the refrigerator.

As to why Manager might have begun to think of ramifications, might be because a resident I’d never seen before mentioned the L word in the Residents/Management Meeting — Lawsuit.

It wasn’t in reference to the refrigerator, but an issue another resident was having with the floors in her unit.

From what I gathered, management was dragging its heels on a solution to the flooring situation; whereupon this woman I’d never seen before said that if the resident tripped and injured herself, "That’s a lawsuit. You can sue them".

Even though it’s not illegal for Manager to lock the refrigerator — just not a good look for management, maybe just maybe the Baker blowing up and mention of the L word made her think she should do something to calm the natives down.

Thus far, like I said, I’ve had no confirmation on our getting our refrigerator back, it’s strictly a rumor. However, if later proved to be a fact, I’m not sure that, at this point any of us, including the Baker. even cares. It may be too little too late.

Time will tell.

Another unsubstantiated rumor is that Manager has changed the lock on the pool bathroom — which residents use not only when at the pool but also when having to potty during events. Rather than travel all the way back to their units, they use the key we’ve all been issued to the pool bathroom.

Now I’m being told Manager has declared "It’s her bathroom", changed the locks, our keys will no longer give us access.

No matter to me, because I have never used that facility, prefer to rush back to my unit; but losing access because Manager wants it designated for her and office staff only, is just another bad look, a further thing to inflame the masses.

Heading back from running errands on Wednesday, I ran into Hubba Hubba Awooga Silver Fox, who I’d not seen out and about since May.

It’s funny how the Law of Attraction works. When I was interested in him, I’d run into him every time I stepped out the door, but the second I lost interest, the invisible energy that was drawing us together ceased operating and I no longer saw him out/about.

Poor man looked terrible …… Lost weight, hair now more gray than silver, seems to have aged. Four months isn’t that long for so much change to have occurred.

"Long time no see", said I.

"I’ve been in the hospital a couple times".

"Oh my gosh, why, what happened?".

"Diverticulitis".

He explained to me what that is and spoke as though he thought he might not be much longer for this world …… said something about he’s just not the same, having a hard time adjusting to becoming old, that we all have to go eventually, that he’s prepared and at peace with whatever.

(Nurse DrumMajor: Is diverticulitis a death sentence?)

It’s scary seeing how being hospitalized changes folks, and not for the better.