So, I am now settled n a new apartment. The time between my last post and this one has been full of upheaval, both good and bad. The move from Water St to here is still not quite complete, but I will soon be fully HERE. I've rarely lived in such pristine elegance. The apartment was completely redone after the last tenant left, so every fingerprint from now on will be mine. I will post some pictures in the near future, but the story of the move must take precedence.
I had been sorting and packing my belongings for weeks, exhausting myself to the point that I actually suffered a heart attack on moving day. I ended up going to the hospital three different times, once overnight. It's the first time I ever rode in an ambulance, and I hope to never repeat the experience. So the process of moving ended up being quite a production. Luckily my daughter arrived, planning to help with the move, and ended up doing a lot more than anticipated. I did not stay at the hospital, but certainly felt lousy, so most of my participation in settling in the new place was to order her around. She was a willing slave and did my bidding expertly. I am still recovering to some extent, but have forced myself, mostly unsuccessfully, to keep my activity to a minimum. I still feel uncharacteristically tired and out of sorts, but expect to recover completely eventually. "Resting" is not ordinarily part of my repertoire and almost impossible.
So life has certainly had a number of changes, but none to compare with my blogger friend whose husband died during the same period of time. I can't imagine how terrible she must feel, how much change she now has to face, how her whole life has turned upside down. My heart goes out to her. I mention it here only because I could not write her a personal note.......I felt too sorry to put it into words. Know I'm thinking of you, dear friend.
