Hello Out There. A good morning to my family and friends. It has been a few months since I last wrote and I have been 'rather' busy. Making decisions is not easy in life and when it comes to this 'time of life' where down sizing is the major job of the day, you can believe that your mind, your heart and your energy are all bogged down in a mire of . . . yes, I had better keep that . . . no, I really don't have to have that . . . but, maybe I had better keep in just in case, and one more item goes into the box to be put in the moving truck and carted off with you.
After camping in for several weeks and bumping into boxes much to heavy for me to move, I greeted my son John with open arms and a sort of 'are we sure we want to do this' attitude and the truck got filled, we got the house locked down and off we went up the highways to Port Orchard. Our trip was done in one day, with a few stops along the way. According to John if we stopped more often we might never get there. Well being kind I chose the faster way even though he was more than willing to go the two country lane roads which I really prefer. I hate that major highway with its fast traffic, huge trucks, and long cement nothingness. I was being kind and thoughtful as John had just traveled across country to help me make this move, but if I travel again it won't be on that major route, it will be along the two lanes with trees, curves and ocean views and an occasional casino or two. Well, they have good restaurants as well as machines!!.
We arrived and surprised Christine and Patricia. Christine led us over to Patricia's new home and it is really lovely with hard wood floors, good sturdy walls and bright and light and homey. It is tiny, a hundred and ten years old, well built and the updated remodel job is perfect. The friendly carpenter misjudged his measures and forgot to measure twice before cutting and building a new screen door for the front door so Patricia has a bright red door with about six inches of clear space between the top of the door frame and the top of the screen door. An open highway to every critter in town. The carpenter has not come back to rectify his error, but will in time, probably sulking in a corner gathering his courage to face both Christine and Patricia.
We put all of my things in the garage and John had a plane to catch back to Delaware and the kitchen project which has taken much longer than he anticipated. He will have to make another trip as his friends decided to rent the house for at least six months while they test Brookings out.
So, here it is five days since my arrival and I am ensconced in a lovely studio apartment which is bright and larger than I anticipated. I'd guess fourteen by thirty feet....with an extra queen size alcove for a bed. I have a single so it looks roomy.
There are two huge windows with blinds, and I now have lovely white sheers with lavender flowers..orchids I think, from daughter Christine, The girls cannot walk in the door empty handed. I cannot convince them that I enjoy empty space.
My chair and ottoman have found their niche. I have a new yard sale desk made of metal with two shelves. The one possession, I missed the most was my old white desk with three good sized drawers and the little skinny one in the center. I wont tell you how I cried over the old bed and mattress I sold. That mattress was bought in 1981 in Carson City, Nevada and had stayed as good as the day I bought it.
The plants stands are still doing double duty; the old lamps are working fine. I have a small table and two chairs gifted by Christine's friend Pam who had no more use for them. They fit and look fine.
The kitchen is small with lots of cupboards. I have a small electric stove; a tiny refrigerator and I mean tiny. I may lose weight yet.
SO!!!! I am settled in a senior apartment complex. We have our main meal at eleven o'clock in the morning and can bring back a container of left overs for another meal if we want to. I would say we have at least forty ladies , the youngest, 74 to one lovely lady, Rose, who is 98. There are probably seven or eight men probably in their eighties. The names are fleeting. I do better with faces at first. It will take time to put a name with the face. One I will remember quickly as she reminds me of my sister-in-law Nora, the bane of my early years....her name is Betty.
So, I'll be back with more words . I will not be writing daily, probably once a week until I find out if I have anything to write about.
I have no camera connection for pictures. . . maybe later.
I've missed writing to each of you early every morning. I hope you are all healthy and happy. If you have time send an e-mail to j.m.sullivan@juno.com and catch me up on what you have been up to.
Be safe, be kind, be YOU. Smile because you can. Remember you have one second at a time, no more, no less; make them come alive as only you can. Hugs to all.
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