GOURMET DINNER

Ten of us got together yesterday afternoon and went to try out the free gourmet dinners sponsored by a local church and a local gourmet chef. It is provided for those in need and the elderly. What a great meal. The best I have had since moving to this area. The tables have table cloths, the dishes are glass with non-plastic cutlery, the waiters and waitresses are exceptionally kind and friendly and there is no bill at the end – or at the beginning either. There were choices of two salads; two soups; six entrée’s and two desserts. It was incredible. There was so much food I brought almost half home. I was looking forward to having it today, but things change.

I had a scratchy throat yesterday with a very hoarse single noise cough. It got worse last night. I woke in plenty of time to leave for bread wars (every Wednesday). I was way too sick. I called both women to report I would not be able to make it. That means no bread at all. I have the van. This was the first miss in nearly two years. I never called in sick, pretended to stay home because of the weekly test, or needed a note from my mother. But I could not to it today. Back to bed I went. It felt good.

That was a sleep of three hours. When I got up (the bathroom thing did it), I got a call from a lady who ordered a print at the art show. She was willing to come later, but I have waited two months for her to show and wanted her to come. She didn’t know exactly where I was so I met her at the front door. We made the exchange, I took the money and was headed back in when Kiki saw me and asked if she could do anything. Very kind, but I could manage. Then she expressed disappointment that we went out to eat without giving her a special invitation. WHAT? She was present when the entire group made the decision. I teased her a little and came in. Gail knocked on my door a few seconds later to ask if I needed anything and see how I was. She wanted to know if I got food poisoning from the night before. No, why? Well, Maria is telling everyone that you got food poisoning. Why am I surprised! I didn’t give her an engraved invitation to dinner either. But she was told. Gail invited her. But the invitation didn’t come from the right person. I guess this is the punishment I will have to take for trying to put together, and encourage others to put together activities. All I know was the food was terrific. We decided to go every other week. I will post notices, but I’ll be pea soup if these two spoiled women are going to push me into a corner to make them special.

I know. I could give in. I could be a nice guy. I could make them special. I could make sure they are invited specifically. I could go and apologize; I could fall on bended knee and beg their forgiveness. I could deliver future notices via mail. I could do a lot of things, but I think I’ll go back to bed.