LABOR DAY

We had our largest turnout for an event on Labor Day. 42 showed up for our ribs BBQ. Naturally it was inside. Weather has turned to fall. That happened sometime in June, I think. It has rained on every major holiday this summer. Most of us live here for the cooler weather. We got more than we wanted this summer.

Anyway, Monday was a potluck of sorts and the crowd and food was terrific. We made an announcement in an attempt to correct a huge problem we faced in on July 4. Many people went threw the line and packed up plates to take home before everyone got through the line. I DID NOT GET RIBS, and I did all the BBQing. So we requested that everyone take only one section of ribs and one corn on the cob. There was plenty of everything. OK, so the request was somewhat personal. It doesn’t matter much as I am not very hungry when I do the cooking. I should cook all the time. My body would appreciate it.

At the end we had a normal amount of hoarding going on. One lady (I’ll just call her fatso) ate two full large plates of food and took three overflowing plates with her. There is a neighboring retirement home that shares our name, but is not legally, officially, or socially connected. They come for the regular bingo games. One lady has taken to writing down our special events and then inviting friends to come along. She does not live here. That annoys plenty of people. Worse, when they left they loaded themselves up with food for later.

All these scavengers took the food when everyone had eaten. This bothers a hand full of people. What would you like me to do? I don’t know, but its wrong. What’s wrong about it? The food is to be shared and few want to take home full bowls of food. Well, it’s just the idea. Shall I publically warn people that they will not be permitted to come if they take extra food home? Then Chas looked at me and said, it shouldn’t matter should it? No, Chas, it shouldn’t matter.

There is a great deal of concern over nothing. We have only one married couple here and they are fascinating. The woman is the one who was part of our plan for a Christmas Bazaar and withdrew because I moved her location. The discussion was strange. But that’s past. They hate the thought of an animal even being in the building, let along the dinning room. Pets are allowed. She did not come to our supper. He did. He was sitting the furthest distance from the woman with the service animal. When she got up to get her food, the dog gave one bark. Andrew said, that’s it, and jerked up and left. They will complain about this offense for the next 2-3 weeks. Will probably even report it to the administration office. It won’t help, they know it, but that won’t stop them.

The turn out for next Monday’s Monthly Meal Out is looking to be big. They are sending a limo to pick us up. Strange I know. The Bistro is only four blocks away. Oh well. Very few have ever been in a limo so it will be fun anyway. It will take longer to get people in and out of the limo than the actual ride will take.

I was asked who died and made me the God of activities. Well, I am the descendent of royalty and have inherited the crown. I am willing to duel for role it if they want. Frankly no one else wants any responsibility, let alone trying to keep 60 old people happy and enjoying life. There are at least two who I doubt have ever had a happy day in their life. With these two, I will never win. I just want to stay out of the way.