It is always something, in this building. Yesterday, a lady that faithfully attends bingo, stopped me in the hallway to ask me if I were going to bingo this Friday. This is the same lady that snubbed me when I greeted her, the last time that I attended the social. I said that I did not know, and chuckled a little. She laughed and went on down the hall. She was laughing at me, not with me. She takes at least one potshot at me, every time I go to bingo. Couple that with everything else that went on the last time I went to bingo, and it leaves me with no desire to go back. It is a shame when you feel as if you are being ostracized. Last night, an acquaintance came over to use my phone. We were talking at my kitchen table, when I told him about the whole experience I had at bingo. His take on things is that they are probably talking about me behind my back. He may be right. Things just don’t gel when I go down there.
Yesterday morning, I actually got in the mood to bake cookies. I turned on some 80s music, and baked chocolate chip cookies from a Betty Crocker cookie mix, and took them down to the community room on a large, covered cookie sheet, in individual paper cups. I am good at working on my own independent projects, such as this one. It makes me feel good to do something just to be nice and to brighten other peoples’ days.
My daughter will be back on Monday, to assist me. I will be glad to have her back for a few hours per day. She is a big help and is cheerful.
We are in for a cold snap on this coming Sunday morning. The temperature is going to be in the single digits. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.