Maybe A Something

There were two appointments of sorts this Sunday (July 31, 2011), and there was one chore (as is remembered at this time, Monday) to do. The chore was to pick up the weekly advertising by the front door, look through the grocery offerings and call to see when there might be a trip of errands.  Easy enough, except by today keeping track of the multitude of ways things have been going has caused a state not only of confused and forgetful thinking but tired, confused and forgetful thinking.  It did get done.  The baby’s okay. 

The two appointments, on the other hand, were rather frothy.  One that was really anticipated was for a woman met during an outside “sit” to look over the cleaning situation. She stopped yours truly and asked, presumably as a result of the bulletin board notice. She was told (just like it says on the notice) to come by Sunday afternoon.  It was a little after 1:00 p.m. at the return to the apartment.  She did not come after that.  It does need to be learned if she came before that, even though “afternoon” is mostly later. 

The other appointment hinged on the fact that the procedure in the building does not include any standard checking to see if residents are alive or dead.  (The place is full of old people.)  The need was for a “friendly visitor” to stop by maybe twice a week to find out, as in the case at hand an entire week can pass without another living soul being around, except for the homemaker aide.  There is such service, and weeks of asking around (prompted by the incident of the slaw) had found none to date.  There was a possibility. 

Hunting for things takes time. 

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