Gosh … A Half Hour

It’s necessary to wait for a tv dinner to heat up.  Some might call that cooking, but it’s probably already cooked enough.  Recently they have been heated in the stove oven rather than the microwave oven simply because using the real oven creates an illusion of real cooking.  Microwaving something can carry the sense of beating the whatever to a pulp, and then only in spots.  So, just a quarter of an hour ago there was a period of forty-five minutes during which to do something.  The first thing done was to try (sit on) the new air beds (plural). 

Given that the chain drug store has “one layer” air beds at a fairly reasonable price, the homemaker aide was sent to buy two.  The idea was to put one on top of the other to make it high enough to get up off of it easily.  The two together cost less than any previous one that had more than one section in the construction.  The down side is/was that the air pump is a separate unit, each box having one – yours truly now has two air pumps and any replacements will net another.  They are inflated already and the deal shall be tried as soon as the dinner is consumed. 

Now, there are things to do (and more developing concerns), like the hand, the foot, getting stuff from the drug store again because the homemaker aide’s list was deliberately reduced to absolute essentials and more.  And there are many things on the horizon, such as getting downstairs tomorrow to pay the rent.  but, for the moment, the scooter has energy (it was recharged last night) there is some cash in hand, and the most troublesome problem, getting some rest without winding up on the floor and being unable to get up, may be okay for the moment.  And the half hour is about up. 

Strong winds do die down. 

Enlightenment

Two years ago, at the old apartment house, a lady told yours truly that there was a “new place” (newly established apartment house) in the next town.  She had put in an application there, but she was anxious to get out of where she was and didn’t wait until there was a vacancy.  In hindsight, she had serious regrets and urged a look into the matter.  But, the only information given was a street name (a long street) and two churchy names that seemingly belong to two apparently nearly defunct churches. 

Being severely rushed even then, there was no opportunity to do any exploration.  By a year ago, however, there was chance to try to find the place, only there was no likely listing anywhere.  After much digging, the operating authority, which isn’t any church, and the actual address were located.  Now, recently, elsewhere on the same street, buildings had been demolished and new houses had been built.  There is no interest here in the likes of a house.  There has been a need of sorts to see if the recommended place was any part of the new housing and to get an application if not.  The taxi fare to just go look at the outside would have run to about $20. 

Given the chance, the homemaker aide early this year (that one was competent) was sent to get an application.  The place, still unseen, was down to the $20 an a chance to go there.  Well, there has been enough chance recently to get online to do more than just scan the list of email and headlines.  Yesterday it dawned that the online map satellite pictures would show whether the place was part of the new houses or not.  It’s not.  It doesn’t look particularly great online, but has good recommendations.  Regardless, the online maps have been used to look at other things, and it finally kicked in that the obscure apartment house could be viewed. 

It can be a while before things fall into place.