I thought I had finished my last post, but somehow I neglected to post it....not that I had much to say in the middle of my move. I have been living here for over a month now, and Carrie has visited twice....once because I had a mild heart attack the day of my move and again after I had recovered. There's no need to describe that bump in the story of my life. I am pretty much recovered and settled in. This apartment is beautiful, spacious, and certainly one of the nicest places I have ever lived. I am on the third floor (the top floor), surrounded by huge windows that look out over treetops and the street below. It is so quiet here I hardly know there are other people in the world, let alone here in the building. It was once an elementary school, which may account for the construction that creates the silence. It is a little unsettling.
I was expecting and looking forward to having an acquaintance and fellow artist in the apartment next to mine, but I found out yesterday that she died a week ago while visiting her daughter in Portland. Once her apartment has been cleaned and renovated someone new will be my neighbor. The fact that this place will most likely be where I die is a little unsettling, but I expect to get over that.
Every morning and evening I have to take Elliot out for a walk, which is probably good for us both. He used pee-pads in the house before, with one short walk a day when the weather was good. Here we stroll around the neighborhood morning and evening, a routine I hope to get used to. Right now it seems like an inconvenience, especially since I had to postpone my hip surgery again because of the heart attack. I hobble along with my cane and am probably cause for gossip in the neighborhood. Elliot is probably considered irksome because he strains and barks every time he sees another dog, which is too often.
So, I begin what is most likely the last chapter of my life. I will post pictures once I figure out how to use my new camera, or my cellphone, whichever comes first.
