Friday, November 12, 2010

MEAL OUT

I’m walking on air. I picked up a portrait commission from one of my four contacts at the Bazaar. It’s going to be a good Christmas — for my grand kids. And that will make it a great Christmas for me. Now that the area is expecting snow and for this December, my grandchildren will have the white Christmas they dream of. While it will be beautiful, it probably means that I will not be able to drive to my kids. The last hill into their place is so steep my non-four-wheel drive vehicle will not make it.

We had this same kind of weather two Christmas’ ago and we had to hike in through the forest. Doubt I could make it this time. Oh well, it will still be a great Christmas.

The administrators asked that I schedule a residents meeting and the monthly birthday celebration for the first Monday of the month. Today I am told no one can come on that day or any other day. In fact the two who need to be there cannot (read will not) come at all in December. Go figure. They have the information. They can make the decisions. They can give the answers at that time without running it through multiple channels. But they will send a likeable low on the totem pole woman who tries to appease everyone but cannot control the angry mob. It should be interesting.

Monday we have our dinner out. The most people we have ever had signed up to go — twenty. Today they have been cancelling out of riding in the van like flies under a flyswatter. And they are now making their own arrangements is various cars leaving the housings van nearly empty. People have been begging to have the van up and running. It is here for our use on Monday and it holds 15. All but three have made other arrangements. Chas cannot go anywhere without the van because of his weight and wheelchair. They will stop using the van and there will be another outcry. Go figure. We want the van but we don’t want to ride in it. I know why. Certain people do not want to share travel space with other people. Junior High children for sure. I am ready to send them to their room with a meal. Wish I could.

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