Lunch: Reuben sandwich, inside of a piece of rhubarb custard pie, cole slaw
Dinner: Huge salad of iceberg, cucumbers, carrots, celery, tomato and a tiny bite of three pasta salads, 1 roll, butter, 3 tiny cup things of the best soup I have had in a long time
Snacks: See below...somewhere
The day started early, so I was unable to make breakfast at home, thus the two breakfast sandwiches, which I finished whilst waiting for the coach to come to pick up the weekend gamblers.
So, O.K., there were snacks on the coach. Lots of snacks. I mistyped it as smacks, and they were pretty much that. Apparently, the belief of this tour director is to keep everyone eating, munching and playing bingo so as to reduce any spare time for the old folks to fall into mischief. It worked. There was a contest to guess how many Tootsie Roll Pops were in the jar. Only one person won, but everyone got two suckers. One was pomegranate flavoured, and it was and it was yummy.
Then sweet and salty snacks, like in full sized packages, were passed out. Then Twizzlers and, gosh, I cannot remember everything. By the time we arrived at the casino, it was a miracle that everyone was still awake. I am guessing the bingo helped for those who were playing.
Dinner was at any of the restaurants and, slowly recovering from my blood-sugar coma, I chose the one with the salad bar option. There was not a huge selection, and the pasta salads were kind of foul and what the hell was that dessert thing that looked like some kind of cinnamon scented school paste? Everything else was just what you want, fresh, crisp and delicious. I took some blue cheese dressing and dipped all of the stuff into it. But, the star was the whitefish chowder. If I thought that I would not look the fool by going back for a fourth little cup, I would have. Their cups/bowls held only a half-cup measure, so I really am not such a pig as it might seem.
After that lovely dinner, I went to spend the free playing money they give everyone and then hauled myself to my room, which was fabulous. I was looking forward to watching television, but it was so confusing that I finally gave up and just went to sleep.
Now, this trip. Someone who is not me did not want me to go. That person never wants me to go anywhere, not to work, not to visit our daughter, not to visit with his family, not Saturday morning coffee with my friends, not anywhere. This would not be such a big deal for me, but promises were made for retirement time. Every one was broken and now because that someone does not want to go anywhere, the only reasonable extension of that is that no one goes anywhere. That has been the rule for, well, for always, but it simply is not good enough any more.
Financially, we are in much the same place as most people, perhaps a bit better. It is with great reluctance that I am allowed to use one of the cars and put gasoline in it. You know, I am really and truly grateful for being allowed to do that. We do not have public transportation within four miles of here, and without that car, I would have to stay home or beg rides from other people. But, really, how often can you do that, the whole expecting other people to haul your sorry ass around. More importantly, I would not be able to see my daughter and her family very often, nor could I do any volunteer work and that would distress me beyond understanding. I am also allowed to spend money on groceries, but I suspect that is because I am willing to do the shopping. Other than that, I pay for everything out of my social security, which I am totally fine doing.
So, dear Diary, I am not going to complain about this anymore, but I am still going to keep planning these small and unbelievably inexpensive trips. I will still offer to pay for someone who is not me to come along on them, well, at least some of them, but I am not going to stop going and I am not going to be buried by the consequences of being independent about this. I am willing to pay the cost for keeping on with this. O.K., I will probably weaken when it is especially bad and complain, although I hope to not do it too often.
One more day of the trip to post about.
Do I have any stockpiled GPs?
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