Life Has Bright Spots

Young Friend did indeed come, one of the few things that went well in the past week.  He got money orders for upcoming rent payments (a most important concern), some cash for purchases, the mail both in house and post office box (that three weeks’ accumulation and something that needs attention), gathered up and hauled out over a week’s trash and did some needed things with the plants.  A summer treat from his people was supposed to be yesterday, but by Friday it was obvious that was out. 

For several days computer problems interfered with what times could be spent with it, which is a very bad situation as both information (news and weather) and communications with others (email) relies on the computer.  It’s still not clear what is wrong and no reliable computer service has yet been found.  A terrible situation developed Wednesday that kept Helping Lady around (going back and forth as she needed) until about 10:00 p.m. from mid-morning getting your truly cleaned up “some.” 

The building-wide plumbing stuff is evidently done.  Based on notice it looks like there’s still individual apartment stuff pending, but presumably the water won’t be off.  Unavoidably, Lunch Lady was late but she brought eggs.  While Young Friend and Helping Lady were real “bright spots,” a delightful thing was another dead light bulb.  A floor lamp three-way (hard to reach) blew.  At times only one element of those goes and one did before.  Yet one “way” was left, no deal with the lamp. 

Small joys can be unusual.  

High Days Of Summer

Trying to maintain a routine is bad enough ordinarily, but if things are difficult (or something) it may be impossible when variations enter the picture.  There have been variations.  A big thing (in addition to the water being shut off Wednesday) was Older Friend coming by (unexpectedly) Saturday instead of yesterday.  He brought the groceries, looked over the scooter and thought he could come by on Wednesday to take it apart to see if he could fix it.  Even getting up needs the scooter. 

Young Friend’s expected tomorrow.  Lunch Lady came (as usual) Friday with eggs and today was food truck day.  The Avon buys are all mixed up and there’s little time to sort it out.  The matter needs to be all lined up again.  Given things like the emergency situations, that can’t be at the moment; items like the creams are very useful.  (Things are confused enough that once again it was almost the sick leave notice for the week’s blog postings.  Something’s different in the medical ways.) 

Light bulbs were burning out in this week, not just one.  The kitchen light can be changed by anyone tall.  Finding someone can take some time, but it’s not a big problem.  The bathroom light, however, needs maintenance.  A third one out just sits on a table.  Maintenance means being disturbed, and when July 4th (or any holiday, really) comes mid-week, it upsets a week for many, something not needed in the High Days of Summer.  A huge thank you surely to all that is holy for Helping Lady! 

Perhaps miracles do happen.  

Life Goes On….

The Fourth of July frequently means fireworks.  It seems like that’s noise that’s inescapable and here it’s a mostly across the river thing so anything ground level is not seen.  Ground level stuff can be great.  Helping Lady came yesterday due to emergency situation.  One can chalk up the blogs getting done due to her coming.  Older Friend brought groceries, etc., but he had to make two trips due to the emergency.  The trash was enormous.  No doubt about it, things ain’t goin’ too right. 

The Security Check Lady called as expected.  She’s good.  The Advocacy Lady matter is not finished.  Lunch Lady, of course, didn’t come as she wasn’t scheduled.  Avon has finally come a week later than expected.  That’s a confused situation, and a present (as mentioned last week) is needed for Older Friend’s birthday; it is in less than two weeks.  Young Friend’s visit should be soon; he usually makes it early in the month.  Rent and wireless bill should be in order, although cash is not. 

The residents’ association is apparently still organizing but the new building manager’s evidently now on the job.  A water shut off’s again planned for Wednesday.  Last week’s shut-off was survived okay, but that doesn’t mean the next two will be easy.  The doctor’s due this month, the food truck’s due next week.  The Project, of course, got little attention, and that promise of worthwhile links also has to wait a bit.  Even the calendars have yet to be changed (important and forgotten). 

May everyone’s Fourth of July be good. 

More Good News

The most wonderful happening of the week:  Older Friend found another member of his church, an older retired lady, that can help with some aide services.  She came not only as expected, but on unexpected emergency calls as well.  There was another maybe good thing which happened, namely, the assigning agency (the bunch that arranges for aide services) has another staff person in charge of said arranging as of July 1.  What result will come there is, of course, unknown.  It can’t be worse. 

Today was food truck day.  Friday lunch lady brought stuff to last two weeks (including eggs).  Yesterday, Older Friend did the grocery list.  There is no food shortage.  Some residents figured out the residents’ association business.  A President (and presumably other officers) was elected, so that is again working.  There’s only so much news that’s good.  Some of the bad news includes an apparent loss of the Advocacy Lady; this doesn’t matter so much, since there is a real Helping Lady. 

Upcoming problems include the water being shut off for eleven day-time hours throughout the apartment building for the next three Wednesdays (as if there aren’t enough problems for many with a bathroom) and delays and such with the Avon orders.  A birthday present for Older Friend is needed; Avon’s a logical source, but the last order was screwed up as well.  It may be delivered on Thursday a week late.  The money’s more confused than before, plus there were three bad days this past week. 

Happy Summer to all!  

A Little Good News

While the past week had it’s share of “condition attacks” (it may be more than just an inability to breath as there’s often more to it) things look a little brighter.  Older Friend said someone he knew might be able to help with some aide services for a small fee.  Another unexpected knock on the door turned out to be someone that scrubbed rugs (needed).  Follow up can be anytime and no need to hunt that up.  Young Friend, maybe, will be able to come once more before the end of the month. 

The coroner visited the place underfoot Friday.  That’s about someone who died, of course.  It’s about a yearly event.  The fire department comes about once a week, but the EMTs are not needed all that time.  The coroner’s worth a mention since it seems like that office was on site not too long ago, possible inquiry there.  It’s too many.  The residents’ association is still under discussion.  There are plans and maybe by month’s end something will be decided.  They can be a social force. 

Lunch Lady came as expected and brought eggs again.  They are almost an essential to life; it takes the whole live-long day just to get cleaned up about once a week.  Pre-boiled eggs be fast food for sure.  Tuesday’s appointment seemed to go to an interested individual who will be back tomorrow.  Results are anticipated.  The money’s still a mess, and mail pick-up’s an ongoing problem these days.  It did seem like it was time for bug inspection.  Adjustments to cover July 4th are in play.

It’s hoped all fathers had a great day.  

A New Dawn?

While it isn’t much, there is a new beginning of sorts at the apartment building underfoot.  whether it’s good or not won’t show clearly for a while.  Two new staff are expected.  Right now it’s temporary people from other offices.  Tomorrow’s the big day to see one that is here only on Tuesdays.  It’s hoped there’s finally a chance to get some service from that office toward aide service and some other stuff, which is a standard place to look for any of it under ordinary circumstances. 

It seems the health situation is changing, notably congestion isn’t the same.  Some other things aren’t either.  None of it has been clearly identified as some kind of a pattern.  Other everyday stuff is much the same or maybe worse.  Money is all confused at the moment, but at least there’s some where there should be some.  Lunch lady came on Friday as expected.  Eggs are now in the refrigerator (and ready to eat at overwhelming moments).  Older Friend came yesterday; trash’s all gone. 

Young Friend got some bad news which is good news for persons like yours truly.  The navy doesn’t want him, so there’s good chance he’ll still be around for a while after December.  The weather has been quite nice.  Today was food truck day, so no shortage of food exists.  Evidently the tenants’ organization somehow is still functioning; there have been some incidental things that indicate that, but nothing substantial.  There is little chance presently to be fiddling with adding links. 

The older one is, the faster time goes. 

New Concerns….

What almost got posted this week was the sick leave notice at best.  It’s been that bad of a week.  The Diary’s Blog can be written ahead but this can’t be; a little at a time as things happen can be written, but that’s all.  It’s mostly a weekend thing and the weekend was highly upset with a couple of items such as the food truck coming Saturday instead of last Monday and being short a couple of things.  And, it is due back come next Monday.  Avon also upset things with no brochure left. 

Young Friend is expected to come tomorrow to line up the July rent payments and more.  Older Friend came yesterday as usual with supplies, but later than usual.  He also helped with the things he often does, like gather up the trash.  Lunch Lady’s regular Friday visit came as usual; she had eggs again.  That much is reliable, which is very important when clear thinking seems out of the question as happened several mornings.  It’s breathing, but only to an extent (head’s in a kind of fog). 

There was an unexpected pounding on the door one morning (and now even the day is unsure, but most likely Thursday) that be lady looking for housekeeping work.  There’s something not at all clear in this.  Counting the man that came in May, that’s the third time someone’s been around.  It needs investigating several ways.  There has been no prior contact.  Aide service needs exist, of course, but persons are just showing up.  The building management rules prohibit door-to-door soliciting. 

They say tomorrow’s another day.