Again, I skipped T.O.P.S. because of the continuing discomfort in the knee. If it isn't noticably improved by Monday, I'm going to call Primary Medical again. I weighed myself at home, but wearing only my bedclothes and not the one I wear to get weighed in. I registered at 141.8, a loss of 1.2, but again, since I wasn't wearing what I do every week, not really accurate. It's certainly too much, but I'll work on it.
Lunched with Kathie, LaVerne, and Paula. Entree was pork rosst, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans, the perfect meal for a cold and snowy evening. Oh, but wait--this was lunch, it's August twenty-eighth, and 91 degrees outside. So I ordered a hot dog, which was, as always, good.
At 2:00, I went downstairs to the gathering for new residents, of which there were five--four women and one man. They were seated at a table in the front and "interviewed" by Mindy. I was interested to hear that new resident, Dottie, had ancestors who lived in a house in Connecticut, where she was born, which had a "safe place" for escapted slaves.
At 3:00, Happy Hour started in the same place. The singer, Kevin Gillmond, was terrific and he brought his girlfriend, who is half Caucasion and half Japanese. I talked to them after and found they had met in Osaka and are now engaged. It was so enjoyable and so was the Chardonay I sipped during it.
Went back to my place before ascending again for dinner. I sat with Denise and Paula, then Keith joined us and we had some pleasant conversation. Chicken for dinner, which was pretty good, but the no-sugar-added ice cream is still nowhere to be found.
Mike Messaged/Facetimed me at 7:30 and we had our usual weekend chat. Saw Violet for a minute or two and he'll be taking her to the Savannah College of Art in Design (SCAD) in Georgia in two weeks. I think her mother, Paula, will be going, too.