One of my favorite things in the world is making sure all of my friends and neighbors have enough to eat. I do this by going around the table and looking at everyone's plates. If the plates look like they need more food, I tell the others that I will try to get more food for them. That's when I take their plates, clean them off in the trash basket, and then tell the colored cooks to fill the plate up again.

    Breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, and brinner - no matter when! Gammy is going to be there asking everyone if they have enough to fill their stomachs.

	Above: What I don't like to see, a full plate of food not being eaten.

    But, dear journal, this morning, I had quite some time doing this because lately the nurses have thought it especially cruel or funny to strap my arms and legs to a wheeled chair contraption whenever I want to leave my room. When I tell you that it's no fun for me, I also mean that it is no fun whatsoever! Why, I'd like to see how anyone else would like to have such a terrible thing done to them every day! And I would gladly do that, too!

    So this morning all I could do was try and move my head around to see everybody's breakfast plates, but I couldn't see them all clearly enough. So I had to yell down the table and ask people if they had enough food or any food at all. For example, I know that Jack likes to eat at least three eggs for his Tuesday breakfast, but I only saw half of two bacon strips on his plate. I couldn't move, so I had to scream for one of the colored cooks to come and fry him up another egg.

    But wouldn't you know that it wasn't Jack's plate I was looking at! It was Jerald's! So the colored cook put that egg on Jerald's plate and he gobbled it right up like a chicken! But Jerald is allergic to eggs and it caused him quite some trouble all over the floor of the TV parlor later in the day.

    Now I never pay attention to the food on my plate, which is the good, Christ-like thing to do, especially since I know the nurses will be putting the food tube down my mouth anyway. But for some reason today, I wanted to eat with everyone else. Only my hands were all tied down and I had to put my own little face down into my bowl of hot grits oatmeal like I was some sort of pig or animal! That upset not only me, but everybody else, and boy, did I let everyone know about it!

	Above: What I don't like to see, an empty plate with no food on it for people to eat.