FRIED-DAY

 And I am FRIED! The bad news: up 1.4 at home to 138.8; 1.1 at T.O.P.S. to an on-the-brink weight of 139.8--AAGH! A lousy hundred and forty is lurking right outside my door and I DON'T WANNA LET IT IN!  Okay, I'm going to set up and follow a regime.

There were only five of us at T.O.P.S., and we discussed when we meet at The Orchard on March 27. Everybody agreed it was okay to invite residents here to sit in; in fact, it seems possible some may join. I guess I'll volunteer to do the program, but I'll have to think one up.

Home before 10:00 and I went down to join Jackie's balance exercise class. Met Kathie at the elevator afterwards, and we had a good talk. We have a lot in common for various reasons, not all laudable ones.

I was waiting to go down to lunch when I got a phone call from a Bobbi Murphy.  I didn't recognize the name, but although I'd ordinarily send it to Voicemail, I answered. It turned out she was again asking me about some report that my twin, Betty, had died. See my blog entry for June 27, 2025 for info on this. 

At 1:00, I went down to the Multipurpose Room at 1:00 to see a video by this Irish group:   

 Being half Irish, I felt it spoke to (some of) my origins and I enjoyed it. I would have enjoyed it more if some of the old ladies in the audience hadn't talked through some of it. I felt like addressing them with the only Gaelic phrase I know: pugga ma hone. 

Later, I went down to Happy Hour, which consisted of just another sing-song video, but at least, also a Harvey Wallbanger. I sat with Mary, whom I saw, of course, later for dinner, along with Cheryl and Kathie.