FABULOUS FRIDAY

     Doug wanted to go home early, so he'd come in early and accomplished much, before I arrived at 10:00. I made 15 sack lunches, 12 breakfast sacks, and finished bagging the PBJs he'd made. Only four people came for a sack at lunchtime. They were no trouble and very quiet, unless we count the autistic boy's mother—she will talk your ears off if you let her.
     For dinner, Doug made turnip greens, carrots and chicken-patty sandwiches. We dished up 40 plates, put them in the warming oven, wiped, mopped, and that was that.
     But in the middle, I introduced Doug to my 50s oldies station. He loves it!
     Then while wheeling the drink bin into the kitchen for refilling, Doug accidentally hit the fire extinguisher. It's sheetrock bolt came out of the wall, and the extinguisher hit the floor. It took Doug only 10 minutes to re-hang the thing, but right in the middle of his dilemma, Lieutenant God came sauntering through the kitchen—cute young fellow in a ball cap—looking for all the world like friendly fire. NOT. I said, "Hey!" He said nothing. 
     He stopped to inquire about the fire extinguisher, and Doug gave him the lowdown. Lt. God reminded Doug, "Clean off my extinguisher when you're finished." It had some sheetrock dust on it… So I am left wondering how focused a man of God can be? The staff say he seldom acknowledges them either. I suggested he might have a touch of OCD... but I really hate letting rudeness off the hook like that.
     On the WAY UPside, when I smelled cigarette smoke, I sent Doug to see who was out around the back stairs. There was Kevin, wearing a very new pair of sunglasses with a sticker on one lens and a price tag hanging over his nose. He wanted a soda. I gave him one. Then I gave him a beach rock that I had taken to “plant” in the yard for him. You’d think it was a gold coin. He was so excited! “I’ll bring you something. I will!” he promised.
Then he decided he needed a cup for his drink, but shortly he returned to say that someone stole his ice—so I replaced it.
     When Doug and I left at 1 o’clock, I planted a few more beach rocks in the little yard by the porch, and Doug pointed out a half-empty bottle of soda that Kevin had parked by the fence corner—for later.