Stopping The Fistfights!

 Here we are in sunny California ... and it's ... well ... SUNNY.  So sunny in fact that we are all dying from the heat.  I'm beginning to think it's just our AGE.  That's a bad word around here!!  I'm seriously getting concerned when folks at Bingo come and tell me they just turned 70 ... and how OLD they are.  Ummm you don't know OLD yet my friend!!

So let's start the day with shock, surprise and frustration!!  Around noon, after the thunderstorms, I kept hearing this awful sound.  A check out in my back yard resulted in this.  What the heck is going on?

It seems the neighbor with the new big fancy house (and the big party where I turned him in for too much noise) was using a pressure washer ..... ON MY FENCE!  Are you kidding me?  Can't you tell this fence is 20 years old and will probably fall down with you doing that?

These pictures are all evidence for when he refuses to replace what he damaged.  Their washer was set so high it actually pushed all the nails OUT OF THE BOARDS.  

Not to mention the several chunks of wood that were broken off.  I didn't say a word.  I really have no need for a fence since Miss Jessie is no longer here, so I figured to just let it fall.  There will be no fence repair.  His swimming pool will be wide open to prying eyes ... the same as the neighbor on the OTHER side who refused to help replace THAT fence.  Nice neighbors, yes?  I really want to move, but I don't know where to go at my age.  Maybe an old folks home!

By the way, the chain link gate panel is a remnant left over from the skunks.  There is a hole underneath it that I could crawl through.

Mr. Jonathan laughed about the whole thing.  Well actually, he tried to bite me this morning.  I have to do a lot of talking now before I stick my hand inside so he knows who is there!

In no time I was off to the lodge ... it's BINGO time!   I will warn you, if you are squeamish, do NOT look at the next picture of dinner. 

I arrived on time, to find my Fairy Godmother hard at work.  That's when she told me she would not be there next week.  NOOOOO ... and to make it worse, she has to get an actual JOB, so guess who will be doing the setup of the entire shebang!  Mostly because no one else knows HOW.  

Oh there is one guy ... but he's like a bull in a China shop.  Expensive equipment would be broken right and left.

In other bad news, my new cashier was gone for the night, and the King called to say he just got out of surgery on his hand and would not be in.  Good grief ... I have to do it ALL?  Thankfully he DID show up (his wife dropped him off) and he sat at the bar doing Kingly things with his hand the side of a basketball.

I spent the next two hours at the cash register dealing with new bingo players, explaining the rules and stopping the fights over you-cut-in-line.  They of course all KNOW the rules, they just don't want to PLAY by them.

Finally, a short break.  Here's dinner.  Yeah, pretty disgusting, and it didn't taste any better than it looks.  This is a chili cheese dog ... no bun.  I forced down about four bites and tossed it in the trash.  From now on, I'll be having a chili verde burrito for dinner at Bingo.

About that time, like it couldn't get any worse and I'm about as grouchy as I can get, the King came to say he was leaving for the night.  No WAIT ... you have to lock up!!  No he said ... his wife was waiting outside.  RATS!!  I got the short end of the stick once again.  

If the rest of the night went as planned, it would have been a piece of cake ... BUT NO ... our Head of the Bingo Kitchen decided to be oh-so-rude to a member/player, who went ballistic.  

I can't blame the player one bit.  I don't know why that kitchen gal doesn't quit.  She does nothing but complain and cause trouble.  But here's the even WORSE part.  They want MOI to run the kitchen.  OH NO, OH NO, OH NO!!!  See ... I said the N word THREE times!!  I'm doing WAY TOO MUCH already, I am NOT taking over that too!!  I'll be dumping that problem on the King today!

I stayed until the bitter end.  It was 10:00 when I started out the door and 10:30 by the time I actually left the building.  

This kid right here ... when I get home, he makes it all better.  He just goes crazy running around and barking at me.  I admit, I'm as happy to see him as he is to see me.

So today I have to have a key made, do some accounting and my favorite activity ... SLEEPING.  Mr. Cooper and I will be on the couch ALL afternoon!!