Random, just random 9/2/2017

 MOVING DAY 2017   

Friday 25 August

pick up keys at 9 am check apartment

to Meiers Mieirs Meyers for shower extension, bread, DC no outdoor chairs left

On way back to Westside cable guy calls to say he is already at the new apartment. It is 11 AM. He was scheduled for 1 PM.

Swing by Westside to pick up computer and go back to Crestwood to meet Orlando.

Been here ¾ hour now and he is out somewhere trying to find out why there is no signal in this apartment.

Glad I brought a card table chair and a little table for the laptop.

I tried all the available connections while I waited, but they are all password protected.

Choose a password for my connection.

Should have brought a book.

This is where I deleted the password I use for all my sites. Patting my back, slowly, because of my wisdom.

Finally, at 12:23 PM the cable guy just called me on the phone to ask me to come out onto the balcony. He had dug a ditch and run a new cable to under my balcony and needed me to pull it through the pipe until the new cable reached my apartment. Just like the old days, helping Wendall. So, I did and now he is working inside on hooking up my internet.

 No lunch at Westside for me today. I'll go to dinner, I guess, (from 3P to 5P tonight due to an entertainment in the Dining Room later.)

Meanwhile, stuff happens, I go places, turn in keys at Westside, play bridge with S & J and have Ivy over to see the place. wadaya call that in film, series of pics telling long story, montage?

September 2, 2017 Saturday morning at eleven—been up since nine, trying to focus. Seriously, focus as in eyes, brain, both.

So weird. Head swims. Took a dose of Delsym, a cough medicine. Could that be it. Seriously deficient. Mostly visual, coming from inside the brain, sort of like the first pot high on the beach of MA.

Tried eating protein and carbs. Salmon and bread and celery and carrots I brought home from Westside yesterday. Brewed fresh coffee. Nothing seems to help. TV is a haze, eyes won't focus, Moving like underwater, sloooow, carefully, balance for safety...

I can slowly move and type and think—just interrupted by Crap cleaner, left it running, deleting things, what the heck is 'internet explorer MRUs?' Meals ready to upchuck? Oh hell, just let it go. Surely the app wouldn't delete anything vital.

Just resting my eyes for a mo. Not sleepy, just hazy. Damn. Spell check time. One error? Seriously? The lack of one space between sentences. Okay.

Going to try Coke now.

Back to moving in. Saturday Bobby and I were here. He unpacking and putting things in their proper places. Shopping for stuff I need. LEDs, microwave, many things. A Yuge amount of things. The movers had put the furniture in place and my bed was set up, so I unpacked clothes and hung them. An electric can opener showed up that I didn't know I had. Probably couldn't master it so blocked it from my mind. I'll take it to the Rummage Room at Westside. I think I lost a shredder  in the move. I can't find it.

The balcony the balcony perfection cicadas singing intermittently. Sing an hour, stop an hour, all day long. Breeze, open doors, Bobby here. Cubs win. Cubs win. Lovely.

On Sunday, Bobby and I go exploring, walking the neighborhood, stop at a local Greek-run, but serving variety of foods, restaurant.

Food for fat folks. Good old folks. This is more like real life. Fat, old, ignorant, Fox watching, Hoosier life, but life. Kind, friendly, honey this and honey that, mama and daughter wait tables for sure, both old and semi-crippled. Shake, lisp, but bring the food. So good we go back on Monday. I am inspired, to what I don't know, but inspired. Happy.

Bobby works on my laptops, moving, copying, fixing, labeling passwording, all that stuff that I am confused and ignorant or lax and lazy on. Later I will be grateful—as in now. This is later and I am grateful. I can function on the W 10 and the W 7 is faster. The W10 is like the wind fast though.

Ye gods, maybe I am going blind. No, blindness doesn't slow down your fingers and your brain and make you walk wonky. Must be the cough med. The Coke is not helping—but it tastes good.

(I just heard a woman's voice say “The answer is still no.” So close it could have been in the other room, but I guess it came from the hallway. Yikes.)

My balcony doors are open and the ladies below are gardening and chatting. I listen. Black lady, Jackie?, raking or sweeping. Birds sing. Cool.

Anyhow, closets galore and a jewelry drawer to boot.

Such closets. Double sink with spray hose. No more hair in the shower drain. Room space closets. Anonymity for now. No patients.

I think it is clearing a little bit. Maybe if I take a nap.

Oh, yesterday I took the Prius to the dealer, new lights, brakes, transmission flush, wash, just under 800. Next week I return to have the leaking water pump replaced for 300. Great timing. The first month's savings will pay for it. Well, the second month's saving. The first's goes for moving expenses. Nevertheless. I'm feeling good. Getting ready for winter. Hunkering down, getting in supplies. Cutting expenses—eventually I'll come out ahead.  By Spring I'll be rich. Later I'll be more coherent.     BTW got a plastic chair at Walmart for two bucks. Last one. Ugly, but serviceable.