Easter Luncheon

After saying I had no plans to attend yesterday’s luncheon, I went; but only because the Baker called that morning, said "I don’t know if you’re coming down for the luncheon, but someone wants to say hello".

I assumed (correctly) it was her great granddaughter, whom I’ve watched grow into an accomplished young lady over the years, coming to give me a hug because of that thing I can’t allow myself to think or talk about.

This is she back in 2013 at our Cookie Decorating event.

This is she in 2019, scrambling eggs for the Community Breakfast.

This is she now, getting ready to graduate high school, already college bound …… accepted into a prestigious Baptist University, focus on the aeronautics program (plans to be a commercial pilot because she was told she’s too small to pilot for the military).

She’s packed quite a few accomplishments into her back pocket. Just to name a few …… in 2024 she got her pilot’s license, driver’s license in 2025 (she was certified to fly planes before she learned to drive a car), played violin in the high school band, was on the cheer squad, has travelled to England; and, backtracking to cars, she drives a BMW, which I assume is a graduation present.

When I graduated high school, I got a bus schedule. Not a pass, just the schedule.

I hadn’t planned to stay any longer than it took to receive the hug, but the Baker announced an Easter Egg Hunt.

Several residents brought their grandchildren to the luncheon, plus we had the Baker’s great granddaughter, teen great grandson and a teen friend of the two.

Believe it or not, young and old got excited at the idea of hunting for candy filled plastic eggs.

I myself began looking under my chair, then decided just to watch/take photos for the residents' FB page.

There were no eggs under tables/chairs; Instead, plastic eggs had been hidden in the Community Room blinds ……

Hidden along the corridor to the Game Room behind planters, inside the pamphlet holder, on the top edge of picture frames.

That's MAGA

Inside the Game/Library/Computer Room.

On the outside patio in corners, in planters.

One adult found an egg on the patio inside the BBQ grill.

It was a fun thing to watch, after which I headed back to my unit.

The Baker looked exhausted, told me "I have to slow down" as the responsibility of hosting bingo and events is wearing her down. Then, in the next breath, said she’s planning a Memorial Day BBQ.

She had a team to help her but, with team members moving/passing away, it's basically she, Talker, their family members doing the work.

Crafty Lady was a member of the team, but the Baker tells me "She’s very ill". Something about having her heart shocked to get it on rhythm, a medical device that I recall the Baker said was now not IN her chest, but ON her chest to monitor heart rhythm, and it’s not going well.

Nurse Linda in Kansas: You can probably tell me more about what that device might be. I want to say defibrillator, but I’m not sure I’m remembering what I was told correctly.

Painted Rock Lady, not in the best of shape her own self, has helped the Baker with things and MAGA, still on her campaign to redeem herself, has stepped in to help, as have others, including Dream Lover, because they know the Baker loves doing this.

So, even if it eventually kills her, the Baker will drag her worn body around to provide the seniors with bingo and events.

Speaking of Dream Lover, I haven’t seen him in weeks. I’ve seen Lu plenty, but no Dream Lover.

Is he hospitalized …… away on vacation …… found another sweetheart …… or has he once again tired of Lu's constant touching/rubbing and is taking a little break?

My inquiring mind wants to know, so I may have to pop into Kesha Tuesday to get the tea.