The biggest news of the week: the scooter seems to be broken badly, vitally maybe. It hasn’t always gone backwards in the last few days. Older Friend did assessing on Thursday and he will be getting repair parts. Just maybe there won’t be need for a new one yet, which is a lot of bother. Friday night at 1:00 a.m. there was a terrific pounding on the door, and soon enough the fire department came in. It seems a water pipe in the apartment above broke. They wanted to check around.
Some long delayed mail finally got mailed. That’s a “getting something done” as the gubmint problem’s now worse. It seems their office made a big mistake, and calling can mean sitting and waiting for over an hour. (Not calling means go to their offices.) And, at present there are two more gubmint offices that merit attention. At least the rent’s paid, and there is food in the place. Today was food truck day and it’s nearing time for a visit from the doctor. (Maybe he has pills.)
There’s been another good link to share found, but it will be some other time. It takes some fiddling to line them up. An attempt will also be made to find that first one again, as it doesn’t connect anywhere any longer. The lady doing security checks took a crack at finding aide services. It did not pan out, but another person may have come up with something. The Advocacy Lady is scaling back her efforts at such things, and her agency’s expected to send someone new sometime soon.
When a lot happens, it hard to recall it all.
Much of the week was spent with banking problems. One item’s the fact that somehow a mysterious $500 (and some odd change) got deposited in one of the bank accounts. More phone calls, over several days, were carried on than the incredible number used to sort out the doctor’s appointment recently. It’s not sorted out yet. This was gubmint stuff. It even included an appeal to an elected representative. While it’s nice to have $500 just handed to one, an explanation seems reasonable.
Awakening in the middle of the night (about 3:00 a.m.) one of the days this week (maybe Friday) led to a discovery of a big spider in the middle of the living room. Once dead (it tried hiding behind the computer recharger yet, got hit with it) an idea was to take it to the office for a viewing. A container was scrounged up by Older Friend, who also got the spider off the wall. He came as expected on Sunday and also on Saturday with groceries and the P.O. box mail as letters were due.
The Advocacy Lady came by to try to help, but she did not get the main thing she offered to do done, so she is going to try another visit tomorrow. Word came yesterday that part of the Avon order won’t be in until next time. Lunch Lady’s sub had poor timing, specifically during a serious bathroom visit (as delivery was by a woman, it wasn’t as bad as possible). Food truck comes in a week. Rent has to be paid this week; that’s best done later given the spider. A new list is created.
Old people don’t need the unexpected.
Wednesday was birthday number 81. One grandfather, and he be all that is known, lived longer. He lived to be 82. It is a scary thing to outlive parents at times. If they died due to natural causes one would have to wonder. A grandparent’s but one fourth of one. Young Friend’s people visited and brought fresh flowers, some gifts and a little cake. The flowers are still alive. The cake, of course, is all gone. There were a few cards as well from unexpected people like office staff.
While what might be called “close in” folks made the birthday nice, there are and were problems beyond, like aide stuff. A really nice offer was made by Advocacy Lady to do some of the more important errands and more this week. She’s supposed to come by tomorrow for that. Older Friend put in extra time as well as his usual Sunday visit again. Lunch Lady will not be coming this week as she is taking vacation time for important personal matters (she did bring eggs). The Avon came okay.
Today was food truck day. It was most timely that he brought some extra bags with the order (as he sometimes does). Every week one is needed and what was around was all gone. (That’s considered last of the birthday gifts.) On the whole, things were extremely hectic throughout the week with some confusion about banking stuff. The “sick leave” sign almost got posted for today’s message. Avon had to go by email again. There’s been another big round of telephone calls to vital offices.
Old age can lead to slow thinking.
Tuesday was a day for things to go wrong, from simple matters like the TV dinner tray had a crack in the bottom (the liquid ran out) to important matters like the security check screwed badly. It took all day to mostly straighten matters out with some help from Older Friend to the point of status quo. What irritating annoyance was brewing surfaced late Thursday. The thing was addressed but may not be finished. On the positive side, two nice ideas came to mind. One’s below with info.
Come Wednesday there’s supposed be a special visitor bringing birthday treats. It can’t be a long visit as it has to be in the early evening, but even a short one is nice. That is the highlight of the week (and maybe even the year). Getting The Special Project (Aviation Trail offering) off the back burner isn’t scrapped yet, but the world at hand in decent order’s a top priority. Lunch Lady brought eggs. Advocacy Lady letter did get mailed. Older Friend came. Sales reps this week.
As many know, there are two blogs posted. The other’s called The Diary’s Blog (link at right). It was created because one day it was noticed that this one (meant to be more like that) was full of computer and internet stuff. It was decided that there should be no mention of either. It’s the rule with The Diary’s Blog. Sometimes there’s a something to be passed on, here’s one https://www.facebook.com/LibertyWritersNews/videos/524851037709439/?hc_ref=NEWSFEED and, it’s gotta be here.
Some moments in life need to be recalled.
Young Friend did indeed come Wednesday. The money orders for the April rent are now in hand and off the concerns list. He also took in the insurance check as a deposit (sometimes it’s near the expiration date before it’s cashed) and an order for new checks sitting in wait for almost too long already. And, some food and cigarettes (another thing out of the way) while not so important were bought. He even changed wall calendars displayed to March. He might come back again this month.
The doctor’s office called to set an appointment. He did not come. It took seventeen telephone calls to sort matters out, but, admittedly, given a recorded message, the phone was just hung up. He is supposed to come, eventually. Lunch Lady was kind enough to bring more of her kind of eggs. The Avon came just fine. Older Friend came as expected and then some. The security checks went just fine. Advocacy Lady seemed to have some problems with a letter, but it should work out okay.
With Daylight Savings Time coming, the expectation is for new confusion ahead, but both the food truck and the Avon are now out of the way for the time being, so there is a chance to be ready for it. There is, however, a birthday event supposedly upcoming next week, which will take out a day. The HVAC unit malfunctioned again yesterday morning, the air bed started to collapse Saturday and the computer presented curious activity Saturday but seems okay now. The first two took actions.
The ancient Greeks said nothing was static.
Every morning’s “bad,” but some are much worse than others at random. It seems a congestion builds up overnight creating a breathless panicky state. Indeed, sometimes the inability to breathe causes the awakening. Trying to get up as that takes effort and energy just makes things worse. The doctor thinks part of the problem is not being awake enough, which does fit the picture. What to do about it, since there’s always every morning’s mad dash to the bathroom need, is a big problem.
Saturday was almost a lost day. Wednesday a mess was made in the watering of the plants. It’s often a case of remembering deliberate breathing as that’s interference in thinking about the task at hand but not always. No day was really very good even though no one was scheduled to come by except Lunch Lady and Older Friend yesterday. Helping Lady was seen in passing one afternoon. Young Friend didn’t make it, but he is hoping Wednesday’s a day he can go get March’s rent money orders.
In addition to Young Friend, Avon delivery is due this coming week with the food truck next Monday. The hunt for some help around the place, of course, continues and it’s incredible no one can be found. The “looking” is in what should be “right” places, and the financial “offering” where such should be the expectation is reasonable, that is, unless life and times are being mis-judged. To get it out of the way at least the rent for the month was paid (wireless bill’s still to be done).
Every day should be a treasure.
The great inspection is over. The spot underfoot wasn’t one picked for a check this time. Computer choice is what tells the person where to go. It was a worry since the bathroom’s one place in need of a cleaning. Reviews take place several times a year by different authorities. With that out of the way, there might be more peace for a time. The search for a helper, of course, goes on with no reply yet from the ads or agency-type requests, and no contact from Helping Lady.
The Avon item was shorted. It wasn’t essential. As nothing was delivered, a new order (sometimes it is important needs, but sometimes it’s other stuff) went by email which saves on writing it out. Food truck was due today. The Lunch Lady’s visit brought eggs again. An emergency (of sorts) developed with the possible “great” visit and another agency scheduled visit for Thursday. Evaluations and reviews can make people nervous wrecks. On Friday Older Friend rescued things.
The winter’s about over and there’s been no snow, apart from some few flakes a few times that melted immediately. It’s a scary idea to think it will be a very hot summer. Old folks don’t do well if it is hot. (They don’t necessarily do well even if it isn’t hot. Saturday was typical for that. Light bulb replacement amid the plants from the scooter isn’t very easy, took much effort.) It is also Presidents’ day; what’s been up in the lobby spaces is St. Patrick’s Day stuff.
There is such a thing as being too early.