Today there was a celebration in the Dining Room. I had not set foot in it since that day I was told to give up my seat. I went to be with my friends here. I sat with friends near kitchen door

There was wine,cider,nibbles on small plates,And green shamrocks all around.A male nurse gave me a shamrock lantern that decorated the nurses station. It sits in cherished spot on nightstand.

We listened to a Harp player,and watched Children doing Irish Dances. It was lovely.

A party. A celebration. Resiliency.

I sat with my back to the VIP table I once defended as a hill to die on. Those Geezers still sit holding court there. I felt pity for them. This is all their lives have come to. They will never leave here and still so arrogant. I go out for therapy,see the world. I will leave here someday.I know I need to go. My roommate kept talking about the guys at the table. It is no longer an issue. I Feel indifferent. I wondered why She kept stirring a cold pot. She often says odd things. Sometimes I get tired oh helping her. This was one time. The little flute of white wine with green food coloring left me feeling drowsy when I came back to the room. She t me to google something about her med. I asked where was her phone. Charging. I said later. She kept going on about me doing that for her. I said later when I get up. It did not sit well. I slept passed dinner. The tv blasted politics. My cna turned it off and I watch netflix. I want out of this community of death that is ultimatly so high school. But I am reallyReally Irish. My Gram used to say there was enough Irish in me to get through anything. I hope so.