I WON'T GO

I won't go. Heard that so many times I'm tired of it. She didn't get the garden spot she wanted. Said she didn't want any if she couldn't have one on the front row. She was angry that newer people got preference over her. She was stuck back in the same spot she had last year. Not a bad spot, but not what she wanted. She is on the back row. Lots of morning sun. Less as the day goes on. If the person in front of her were to grow corn or sunflowers, she may get very little sun. I didn't get in the front so I don't want any I had the manager. She didn't make the decision. Yes she did. Ask her, she didn't do it. The big boss micromanages and she decided. Take your complaint to her. I just won't have any garden spot. Not true. She is working the land she has. I hate the manager and will not come to anything she plans. Ha! She is afraid she would miss something and someone else might step into her place as one of the main helpers.

We had an Easter brunch today. Very late, but no time to do it sooner. Everyday in the past 2-3 weeks, she reminded me she was not coming. The last I heard it was last night. I had walked to my chiropractic appointment this morning and went for coffee when I returned. This mornings talk was about things that went wrong in high school. Mostly funny stories. Maria walked in at 10:15. She had come over to catch the grocery bus. It comes every Monday. So I innocently asked what she needed. She wanted to get things to make her bean salad. What for, I asked. For the Easter Brunch. Thought you weren't going. Yes, I am. Shut your mouth guy and just snicker to yourself. Whatever you do, don't say I knew it. But I knew she would go. She can't have anything happen at the home without her. She might miss something.

She came. When I arrived she was puttering around in the kitchen getting worked up over the direction the service line would go. There were two different opinions. I don't know who won. Drinks and plates were on the same end so I guess the direction was never settled. We have such a hard time resolving these world shattering issues. She came and sat next to me during the meal. The ham was too dry, the potatoes uncooked, the carrots too spicy. The bean salad was very good. That was said for my benefit since I did not have the correct bean salad on my plate. I thought a different one was hers. Whoops. That explains the lengthy description of the salad and how it was made and that she had to go on the bus to get what she needed. She must be exhausted. I was and I just listened to the process.

When I returned to my building the front door was unlocked. Must have been the broken lock again. I fixed it by locking the door. I swear, the door is being locked open on purpose. Can't prove it, but don't doubt it. There is one I would not put it past her. She needs to report everyday that the door lock is broken.