More of one of those days

Today my care provider came in with a huge smile and asked me how I felt about being treated to lunch.  I have not been out for pleasure in a while so I was thrilled!  Not only did I not have to pay for lunch, it was one of my favorite restaurants.  Today was also a beautiful day.  It was hot but bearable.  Just a great day to be out.  Here is one advantage to not working right?  Not today.

We arrived at the restaurant.  I ride my chair and my care provider drives and meets me there.  We sit down and she says I can order an appetizer if I want.  So I order one.  It's obvious the appetizer is home made.  For Mozzarella ticks it was a lot of cheese and not a lot of breading.  It was really excellent.  I ordered my favorite dish, Spaghetti and meat balls.  Now let me say that I have been going to this restaurant since I was in high school.  I have been with my dad. I have had birthday parties here.  I have convinced the choir to have their parties here on occasion.  When you have a disability and you can get in to a place, and get treated well even before the ADA laws passed, you stay loyal.  In all the days I have gone there I have NEVER gotten a bad tasting spaghetti and meat balls until today.  The spaghetti tasted like it had gone bad.  (I did not know spaghetti could go bad)  My care provider had ordered the same thing.  She said hers was fine.  I spoke with the waiter and nicely told him I did not think this was good.  He told me it came out of the same pot and was made the same way.  I agreed but I did not like it.  After some discussion he did take the spaghetti off of the check.  I was happy that he was so nice about it but I was disappointed after being so excited to go out.  I don't want to say what restaurant it was because I still don't know if the spaghetti was bad somehow or if it was prepared in some way that I did not like.  I have been a good customer of this place and I will go back again though I may not order spaghetti.

My bad day does not end there.  I went to bed early with a small sandwich.  My care provider had church play rehearsal tonight.  I figure I will sleep early, watch a movie or the replay of the last Project Runway and do cross stitch.  Just when I am not thinking about the fact that I am getting hungry,  My cat brings a bird in.  We have a cat door so sometimes this happens.  So I am up at 12 midnight on a Friday night/Saturday morning not because I had a date.  I am not up because I have to do something for work.  I am not up because I have been traveling to NY or for any fun or exciting reason.  I am up at midnight because my cat brought a bird in and tried to leave it in my roommate's room.   The cat behavior books say this is a gesture of friendship.  The cat is giving you a present or trying to help you care for yourself by bringing you food the way she would her kittens.  But she is not allowed in my roommates room.  My roommate does not see this as a present.  She sees it as a bad behavior.  So she yells at Minnie and throws her out and gets upset about the bird.  I tried to find the bird before she did but I did not.  I could only help clean up a bit and then try to calm everyone.  What a night! I am going to play some rummy and go to bed  Take care.