Life is hoppin’ around here. I got to see and feel Maria rejection first hand. As far as I knew, we were good. I went to the upstairs lounge this afternoon to work on the puzzle. Maria and Gail were playing dominos. Things were pretty quiet. I greeted them both and then got out of their way.
There was a new clock by the puzzle table. I asked Maria if she bought it. No, it came from the apartment of the lady who just passed away. Then Gail asked if she got the TV. Yes, and several others things. She began through the list: shelving, a stool, kitchen items, the clock, a chair and A couple of others things if I remember right. Gail asked where she was going to put all these things. The TV is 48” so is sitting on a long credenza in the living room. She said she moved the other TV into her bedroom with her little one. She has two eyes so maybe she plans to watch a different station with each eye while going to sleep. Good luck.
She assured everyone that she had the perfect place for everything. I wanted to know what she did with her 36” TV case, but didn’t ask. Gail pushed a bit and told her she was clearing out things so there wouldn’t be so much for her daughter to have to take care of, Maria was shocked by that. It’s not your problem. Who cares what happens after you die. Her philosophy was very clear.
I heard part of her comments about helping clean the apartment over the weekend and how generous they were to offer her anything she wanted. It wasn’t quite like that. Another helper had a completely different story.
Then Olivia arrived and walked over to Maria. The domino games ended, Gail came over to the puzzle table and Olivia and Maria we talking very secretively. The irony is that they were mortal enemies three months ago. I would love to know what changed. Maria does not forgive. Maria must thing she is the only one who will take her to the casino.
I have suspected for sometime that we had another tenant who was wearing on everyone’s nerves. This lady took over my spot getting the free bread on Wednesday mornings. She cannot stop telling the leader of the team what to do and how to do it. She needed help hanging some pictures in her apartment today so the head bread lady went to help. The control was exhausting. That relationship is about to fall apart. The problem I face is at our monthly “Meal Out” event. Once a month we go to a restaurant. She always comes, but no one wants to sit near her and I have been asked by several to talk to her. I have been avoiding the inevitable. She complains about many things, calls the waiter and gets up from the table to go and tell the waited she is waiting for water. People feel embarrassed. They don’t want her to come. I am caught between a rock and a hard place. You see I don’t want her to come either. I may cancel the open call to eat out and invite a small group — that ought to get a lot of people mad. Better not!
Whoa is me, for I am undone — or I will be before this week is out. I need to talk to the bread lady and also attend the large group-counseling meeting for Chas and Olivia. I think I’ll go back to bed and be sick the day of the big meetings. I used to physically be able to make my self sick in grade school.
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