Oh, my tummy is quite full and happy after a lovely dinner at home, yes, at home! Joanne called me around 6:00 to see if I had made any plans for supper and I told her I was defrosting a container of chili from the freezer. I had no where to be tonight. I asked her why she wanted to know and she said, "Well, I was thinking some Chinese might be good...." Say no more! I hit the STOP button on the 'wave quick as a wink and called in our order. Joanne wanted to treat me and I allowed it, with Joanne and the delivery man arriving on the porch at the same moment. He climbed the steps while she rode the elevator, and it was a tie as to who got there first!
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The sweet and sour chicken with fried rice was marvelous, a real treat since it has been ages since Justin and I had Ming Moon delivered here. My order also included cheese wontons so barely any of the meal portion was eaten, but will taste good another day. The blessing of these type of meals is that they can feed me for a couple days. Joanne complained of a sore throat this a.m., as does Christine, so Jo was here yet when I got home from Bible study and Longhorn. Another to-go box added to the fridge! She was still wearing her pj's but decided to go into work in the afternoon, as she had much going on.
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When I got home from lunch, I saw a police car parked at our lobby. My neighbor, Tommy, was walking the dog and teased me that I should not go upstairs because the cops were waiting to arrest me! And I was just telling someone at the art show how I never had to worry about my hobbies and things I do, because I would never be arrested for doing them! And now they are at my door again....Joanne said that she thought she heard police walkie talkies outside the door for some time now, so I went back to downstairs to check it out. Connie, our maintenance lady, and Tommy were talking and I asked what was going on. Hesitantly at first, Tommy said that one of the renters in the building, on my floor, was found dead in his unit. Yikes!
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Sadly, I do not know the man, could not pick him out of a line up if asked, and as Tommy said, they must not suspect foul play or we would have been interviewed already. Apparently the tenant was a psychiatrist at the hospital or some where, but I never made his acquaintance. They said he kept a low profile and so do I, which is why I never met him. Tommy made the remark that we had better move out of this place because we have lost four people from The Palace in a year's time: the builder who killed himself lived here only two weeks prior to his death; the elderly neighbor at the end of my promenade who died in September; Billy, who died in January; and now this man. It is sort of creepy when you think about it! I informed the two of them that I was ready to go when the Lord called me home, that I had oil in my lamp, and Connie assured me she was ready, too. Maybe tomorrow we will hear some more comprehensive information as to what happened with him, etc.
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Lynx seems to have some sort of malady, too, lately. She has been spewing forth some frothy whitish/green spit-up, not hairballs. Joanne wondered if perhaps Lynx was plugged up (I never would have thought of that!) so I checked her cat box for evidence. Sure 'nuff, there were no tootsie rolls in it, and her food was scarcely touched. Joanne knows of a product to help cats with their digestive problems so I am going to go spend good money on a paste for cats tomorrow! Spending money on pets---indeed!
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