Well, Mad-dog caved in. I cut loose from the hum-drum and went on a wild senior-type spree. Did I go to New York or the UK for a week end? No. Just for the Hell of it, without telling anyone, I went out to lunch.
I didn't even look at the menu at the old folk home. I passed on Roast Pork, scalloped potatoes, and zucchini, and went to A-W Rootbeer/Kenturcky Fried Chicken for some Hometown Chili.
It wasn't bad. Cost $1.84 and came, as I had predicted, in a plastic bowl. It had good ingedients, was hot and tasty, but, alas was waaay too thin. Tradition says you are supposed to be able to stand a fork in your chili and have it remain upright for half a minute. Though it failed the fork test, the fork being plastic too, it made a passable lunch. Next time I go on a spree I may risk the two piece fried chicken and root-beer special.
Then I continued my afternoon escapade by buying a box of soda crackers on sale and a box of graham crackers on sale. My whole day's entertainment cost less than five dollars. Gasolene...nothing, since I went on my scooter.
Oh, the residents solved their dispute with the management before I got there so that proved to be useless entertainment-wise. We compromised. We agreed to keep our medications in locked cabinets and they agreed not to charge us $400 monthly for managing it. Cool head prevailed.
And I have the rest of the afternoon to do whatever I want. I haven't been to the rose garden yet.