Well, I would like to say the move is over, but the only part that is over is the change of residence. I am in my new apartment, and all is well. The real move work is just beginning however, with the finding the proper place for things. (Many times, the “proper place” has been the trash bin.) I found this Stonehenge like Trash Bins photo to represent a faux healing power of tossing things out. True enough, this work will be more fun…but right now, it is just frustrating…I am walking around boxes. The neat thing is all the boxes my friend packed are labeled with the contents…what a concept! You would think with all the moves I have made in my lifetime I would have caught on. I get in such a hurry to get things packed, I have been known to start labeling, but by the end of the day, just putting anything in a box that will fit! Those are the boxes that are like opening a present…never know what I might find.
This is a great senior community. I have met many of the residence members already. There is an outside water feature that many call a pool. It strikes me as funny to call it a “pool” ’cause it is only 4 feet deep at the deepest part. Guess it is a safety feature, as anyone over 9 years old can able to walk from end to end, touching bottom. My new community has a room downstairs with 4 computers for any resident to use. I am on one now…its not the greatest, but it is free. So, untill I decide to have a private internet service provider in my apartment, I will use this free one.
I knew two nights ago I needed to get back when I woke up from a dream about praising one of the bloggers I read regularly. I have been lax on that as well with the move. I tried to remember just what it was I thought I read, so I could write about it…but alas, I forgot when I finally got up. But I’m back, regardless.