Yesterday I took the dogs to get groomed.
I still take them to the same groomer I took them to when I lived in the little blue house. Which is across the street from the same vet they go to.
Driving along, I always notice that houses are being torn down so that someone can rebuild on the same lot. Seems like every time I go down Lewis I see another house being torn down.
In Tulsa, there is a section called Mid-town, where many want to live. So it seems rather customary that people go to the expense to tear down houses in order to get that prized lot in Mid-town.
Kind of sad to see these houses, that outwardly look fine to me, getting torn down.
After I dropped the pupsters off, I went to Trader Joe’s. Seems like it’s too hot to fix food, so I stood in the aisles in my hot boot (been wearing it for a few days) and tried to think of something that sounded good to eat.
I did get watermelon. That was one thing that sounded good. But I forgot potatoes. Can’t imagine how I forgot something that I eat so often.
There was a frail woman shopping in there that had a sweater on. Yet I was, as usual, hot even in the air conditioning. Wearing a boot almost to your knee makes you work harder to get around I guess.
Once I got to the check-out, the woman who checked me out asked me if I’d like some water. Guess I looked and sounded a bit winded.
I said: “I sure wouldn’t mind.” And she quickly trotted off to get me a bottled water. I offered to pay, but she said no.
The employees at Trader Joe’s are very nice, I’ve found.
Here are the pupsters once we got home.
We also have a newly built World Market in town. My daughter and I will have to go see it one of these weekends.
In other news, my next door neighbors have been trying to get someone to come fix their air conditioning to make it work better off and on for several years.
He (his name is Charlie) said he’s been down to talk to the new manager several times in the past few weeks, but nothing seems to get done.
A maintenance man will come in and do this or that and yet it doesn’t ever seem to get to the right temperature. My apartment is slightly cooler, but then I have a couple of trees at one end.
It is sad because his wife is on oxygen. He told me that they have about four fans going to keep her from getting over-heated. I told him I had a table fan if they needed it.
Like me, they keep their apartment dark during the summer to be able to stay cool. Also like me, they have looked around and can’t find any place else to move to that suits their needs.
Though their lease is up, he is putting off signing a new one because he wants to see if that fact will prompt them to get their air conditioning fixed. So far no luck with that.
It is really tough for the older lower-income folks like us to find appropriate housing in this town.
I sure wish a builder would take heed of the need for senior housing that isn’t in the high-income category. Or even better, renovate old buildings to serve seniors needing housing.
I see they do that around the country. Just hasn’t been a push for it here for some reason.
I find it sad that the owner of this place refuses to take care of these apartments. We kind of just get left to fend for ourselves. We’re afraid to complain too much for fear they’ll throw us out.
This place is a mostly senior establishment as it is.
There are people who have lived her twenty or more years and just don’t want to move. r are getting in worse health and it would be harder on them to relocate. I know that feeling.
I just don’t know how many more moves I have in me. Neither do the folks next door. It just gets harder to move as you get older.