Kathy Bassett's column, "The View from Maybell," appears in the Saturday Morning Press.
"Hey! Where did all the guys go? Well, golly, I don't know : they were all here a minute ago."
Knock knock. Disguised voices from the bathroom.
"Nobody in here except us, and we are just checking out the sink to make sure it doesn't leak!"
"Hold it! I see a pair of boots over there in the corner behind the coat rack : go see who that is! OK, OK, come on out from under the table the rest of you guys!"
Now what do you suppose is going on?
Well, for pete's sake! It is just another Senior Dinner day in Maybell, and the county nurse is here to give flu shots. The ladies all had theirs and now it is the men's turn. Well that is, as soon as we can find them all. I betcha a little kid wouldn't put on a show like some of these guys do about getting a shot. Boy, do us gals love to razz them.
Our Senior Dinners are so much fun that most folks can't wait for the next one. They take place on the second and last Thursdays of the month, and I'm here to tell you, we do have fun spelled with capital letters.
The dinners are for the folks around Maybell and cost $1 each, plus a covered dish.
The county furnishes the meat, and we have a lovely lady who does a bang-up job of fixing the meat platters to perfection. Everyone else brings veggies, breads, salads and desserts fit for a king.
It is nothing to hear the question bounced back and forth through the meal "May I please get your recipe for this?"
Sometimes, when we pull up to the community center, we can smell the good cooking as soon as we step out of our vehicles. At that point, our tummies begin nagging at us to fill them up.
But, our dear chief cook and bottle washer won't let us nibble or touch a bite until she rings that "teensy weensy" little bell at straight up noon. And it is worth the wait.
The county nurse always comes the first dinner of the month to do blood pressure checks and other vitals.
Yes, we do let her eat with us, too.
On the second dinner of the month, after the dishes are cleared away and the tables cleaned off, we drag out the cards, handfuls of Cheerios and play a fun "Blackout" game of Bingo.
The winner gets to choose a prize that the previous bingo winner brought and then the new winner has to bring a prize for the next time. The prizes are wrapped up in bright gift paper and ribbons and nobody has a clue of what he or she might be getting.
Some folks buy the prize, and some folks handcraft a prize. It is just too much fun.
Here we go again, digesting our meals with lots of laughter. Especially when one of the fellas decides to eat some of his "Cheerio markers."
Then, if the caller yells out a number that is on his card, he has to scramble to find something to cover his number with. It is just a hoot! I never could figure out how in the world he could actually be hungry enough to eat Cheerios after the feast he just devoured.
Some dinners, we have serious discussions and other dinners we tell jokes and stories.
It is a wonderful way for us all to get together for a visit and enjoy a great meal.
When there are important county issues, some of the Craig officials come to our dinners to explain to us how things are and how they might be accomplished and the whys and wherefores of the subject.
We let them eat with us also.
We try real hard not to be too silly when someone important is attending. But, maybe we shouldn't.
After all, everyone needs to laugh, especially in these economic times when things are getting so tough.
I always try to glue my teeth in extra well because it's kind of embarrassing to be laughing hard and my teeth go flying out across the table. But, oh well.