It seems like nearly everyone knows that the manager, her son and two daughters returned to Florida with the mother-in-law. It brings a few questions, but not many. The disappointment that they cannot say goodbye to her personally is there, but followed by great understanding. Only a couple people are mad, but only one has ever been happy. A good friend said, “It would be terrific if just one day in her life she would wake up and say — I’m going to be happy.” If she did, many would faint. Personally I might have a stroke. Just minutes ago she caught me in the hall to question me about details of the July 4th BBQ. Who’s putting it on? Who’s paying for the ribs? Are you bringing the tables out? Will you be setting up on the lawn? You should be in the lawn. Remember there is a very dangerous pipe sticking out of the lawn. Put in a red flag so no one trips. I just knew I could not get through the conversation without a directive or two. I had to bite my tongue. I put in the red flag for the BBQ last year. She moved it and then got rid of it later. It was my flag and my ruler holding it up. What happened to my ruler? Gone forever. Oh well, it was a piece of garbage anyway.
Is Maria helping? That’s a not so subtle way of saying I hope she’s not involved. I don’t like her and don’t let her do anything. I know I am one of the few, who can work with her, but she will prepare the pork ribs for cooking and they will be superb. I was not rude, but I do wish she would mind her own business. She got no satisfaction. She and her buddy in crime are going on an Alaskan Cruise together in a couple of weeks. They will be gone for two weeks. It will almost be heaven. We will have to get busy and plan a lot of things during those two weeks while we have peace and no intrusions. By the way, I did not tell her who is paying for the ribs. It’s none of her business. Neither did I ask how her partner is paying for her portion of the trip since she is on every welfare handout available (That’s snippy).
Chas will be happy to just have his plants stay in one place. She moves them late in the day and he puts them back the next morning. I had to talk him out of pulling up her plants and throwing them in the garbage. I do think I should get a referee shirt. XXL.
The maintenance man came to see me and we talked about the survival of this place. He and his wife loved 90% of the people and feel bad for the difficulties we are about to face. He encouraged me and somewhat frightened me. But we are in partial agreement. We both feel God has something in store for me here. Neither of us have a clue what it is, but we have both been sensing it. I would never say that to anyone. It would be way to egotistical for most to understand. I have told them we are going to have to pull together if there is going to be any activities here. Happiness and contentment are a choice. I want to help make that possible for the residents.
The last time we were without a manager, we were also without a budget. It has already been cut off. Nothing is being supplied for coffee breaks. One gentleman has already replenished most of the needed kitchen supplies. Three people have bought napkins (serviette’s for my Canadian friends). There are nearly enough to last us through most of our life times. All were bought at Costco. There are three thousand six hundred and fifty napkins (See above napkin comment) in each package. Well maybe they won’t last that long, we can be very sloppy people. I know if I eat any thing slightly juicy I need to get a clean shirt right after. My built in personal traveling table gets in the way and catches everything that drops.
No new news on Janet. We are waiting to see what God will do. Gail was relieved to learn that her sin-in-law will be OK. He ran head first into another ball player last night and was air lifted to the hospital. He had six seizures. But all is well. She is relieved and we are relieved for her.
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