Moving on. A day in the life after the unthinkable.

Up early. Took my last Cipro. Yeah.

Sunshine here. Sixty degrees.  Colored my hair, shower, etc. By then I was tired, felt blah.

Then my new shoes arrived. Promised to be narrow. They fit, I think, a little uneasily. I took them for a walk.  Test drive. Shakedown cruise. Walking is the best solution for almost anything. I always feel good when I’m walking. My shoes felt real good. Did I mention they are white? Real white. The only color my size came in. Then I forgot about them and started looking for people to wave to.

 Ran into Joe. We talked a while. Joe is the guy who took over the trash collection after the new owners got rid of our trash service. Said he likes it. He likes the money. Seeing folks.

 Joe arrived here about the same time I did, eight years, + or - ago.  He is a vet. Was a drunk, on the street, down and out and all that went with that. He had just moved in, helped by a program to aid such as him. The deal was he got an apartment and worked on the maintenance team.

He has had various jobs here over the years. Somewhere in there, he lost the sight in one eye and his job switched to pest control plus some maintenance. Then his other eye dimmed.  He had treatments of some sort, was hospitalized for some surgery on the eye, came home. That was a hard year, but he came back to maintenance again. His seeing eye was still a problem, but he worked.

 Last February, he turned seventy. He sort of retired, still did odd jobs around the place. That lasted until the new folks took over, and the trash job was offered to him.  I think working here, having contact with people who liked him, showed respect for him, and needed his help sometimes, saved his life. I like this story

I spoke to Ralph, our mailman. He was eating lunch in his truck out back while talking to his wife on the phone. Ralph is the one who knows that BC/BS continues to send some of my mail to the old apartment. So Ralph always delivers it to my current box. Nice.

Continued into lobby. Talked to the card ladies for a while. Got mail. Came home. Feeling good. Walking is the cat’s meow. 

And, if I walk, I am allowed to do whatever I want with the rest of the day.