I started this blog this
morning just before lunch. I was going on and on about my hopes and
expectations regarding my involvement with the senior center. My
main reason for leaving going over this morning was to pick up my
card. That magical plastic coated card which will allow me to
freely use all programs, services and events held at the Taylorsville
senior center..
I'm glad I didn't finish
and post my thoughts for today then. I got to the center about 1145
and went immediately to the front desk and asked if my card was
ready and lo and behold the little old lady walked back from the back
room (where these things are kept obviously) smiling and saying “Yes!
Here it is! Here is your card your official now”. I snatched the
card away happy to be part of the organization.
Process. Everything has a
process I've learned that, so I just sat back and I cannot backpack
and found the blue colored piece of paper which was issued to me when
I surrendered my free lunch ticket.. I was told that I needed to
present this when lunch was served.. People were sitting around
roundtables in the dining area. I of course found the table with no
one else there Table 10. There are a number of old folk knowing about
the front of the kitchen serving area but I did not know they were
servers at that point. I just thought they were eager beavers ready
for dinner. Everything has a process. To the bingo games had come to
a close about 11:55 AM. Interesting I thought the tumbler that spews
the numbers was still on the table and the master of ceremonies was
still there looking official. Right at 12:00 PM the MC welcomed
everybodyand ask for a moment of silence with which everyone
complied. After the moment of silence (which I think amounted to a
giving of thanks for the food). The MC started cranking the tumbler
with many of the numbers removed. It's totally weird. Also in the
numbers of the tables started showing up and as each number came out
, the Mcread the number in that table rose and went to the chow line.
Actually what really happened was the first ball out of the thing was
number 10, I was so taken aback that I didn't realize my table and
then called in the MC went to the next number. I however refocused
and zip to the head of the line that was when a minor discussion
ensued that why did I want to go through the line when the volunteers
would serve me. (Remember the group that was milling around in front
of the kitchen? These people bring the food to those too disabled to
go through the line. When I finally assured the delivery posse to I
was in control of my destiny – – sort of – – at least been
able to carry my food to the table they relented.
Like so much of life the
food looked better than it was. I've always liked Salisbury steak and
a rich gravy served with whipped potatoes and whatever vegetable
shows up. Today I ate my Salisbury steak more out of courtesy than
not. It was okay like I said not like mom's or my grade school's.
Some form of succotash, chopped spinach and a cookie – chocolate
chip – and a carton of milk very small carton of milk but I'm
thankful for what I got and it's free at least this one was from now
on will be three dollars lunch.
This is a good experience.
I got my card and explored a little bit more of the senior center. I
might try to go over there at least once every couple days and swipe
my card for the machine reader to indicate I'm using services so
they can tally the results for the grant years – – I totally
understand. For three dollars I can get one of the cheapest
McDonald's burgers and the cheapest fries and a glass of water and
I'm goodgoal
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