it's still early in the day and a lot more can happen, but already my blog is full. Let's begin at bread wars. No issues with the other shoppers, it was all an inside job. First, Maria tries to get in the door before me and successfully slows me down giving our competitors a better change at pulling what they want first. This is normal. This time she decided to pull bread for a while before she packed the bread in boxes. She does not trust Gail and I to get the kind of bread she wants. By the time she began packing she is several trays behind and upset that we were piling so much bread that she could hardly move. That's the idea. If she had moved to packing immediately, we would not have been that far in front. Then she began complaining about what free bread we got. Does she not understand the word FREE. With the word comes the implied message that you will get what excess they have, not what we want. She really does know this better than most. I suggested placing an order for what we want them to have extra. It may help. I'm not sure why that raised her temper. Duh!
To many hands available on arrival. A mini war broke out in the commons room between Maria and her predecessor. Agnes knew how to upload and stack the bread and got into a full out argument over how it should be done. A newer lady took Maria's side and esculated the conflict. I thought it was going to break into a fist fight. On the inside I was cheering for one, but kept my enthusiasm to myself. Very wise young man. A change for me, right?
While we were having coffee an age discussion began. Apparently one of the new men is at the minimum age for entry. So, he qualifies. Not good enough. He looks like he could be on the upped end of the scale. But he isn't. That seemed to be a big deal. Go figure. If you are sixteen you can drive. You may not look ready to drive, but the law says you can. The laws says he can live here. Should be the end of the discussion. It's not.
I made more errors on last months newsletter — again. In my trivia questions I had all the answers but missed one question. So shoot me. The calendar looks nice. Man is suppose to look on the outward appearance, What's this about checking for my errors. I am a very imperfect person even if I am cute. I asked my grand son one time what he really liked about himself. He said, I'm cute. How do you know that? Everyone tells me. He is cute and the girls already flock over him. He will be nine in a couple of months and basically unaware of the attention he is getting. That will change.
We have a lounge on the first floor. It has become a growing place of petty contention. One resident has considered this lounge an extension of her apartment. Unfortunately the area includes bulletin boards, sign up sheets and the mail boxes. The assumed owner has been gradually removing all decorations she does not like (basically all of them). Yesterday she removed the final two ornaments. An other person put a bottle of "Pediasure" on the table by the mail boxes. Things people want to give away are placed there for up to a week. Two others decided that since there was nothing on any of the stands or small tables that this item should be placed as an ornament. That was last night. This morning the the give-away was moved to the main building. So three residents have decided they will decorate the first floor lounge and have left for Goodwill to purchase many more items with which to decorate the lounge.
Hold on. The war is just beginning. I must get a small little camera to hide in the lounge so I can tape the conflict. It is going to be fun. Wish I could sell seats to the showdown.
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