The little fireplace is going and Ivy is up on the cupboard looking out front. I am sitting here after finishing my cup of coffee with Charlie.
Just another ordinary morning for us. Jim Brickman’s “Timeless” is playing his soft moving melodies.
The snow is still piled up and I’ll be so glad when it melts.
The maintenance guy helped me yesterday when I got my car stuck just driving around the complex. Felt like I should start the car since it hadn’t been started since last Saturday.
I asked him why no one is answering phones at the office.
Four Apartment Managers In Four Months:
He told me that the last manager, the one who started the library and I donated all the books, quit. They’d hired another person last week. Who apparently came to work a day or two and then was never heard from again.
I was kind of surprised about the manager leaving who had all the ideas for this place and started the library. She insisted to everyone that she was going to grow roots in this place and never leave. But alas she did just that.
So once again we have no manager. He told me he’s been here four months and in that time there’s been four different managers. Crazy, huh?
I said what is the deal with this place?
He told me that the owners only want to rake in their money and not be bothered with anything else. It was the same way with the previous owners.
I sure wish someone would buy this place who gave a damn. There are 100 one level apartments in an excellent location. It would be perfect as a senior apartment complex.
Happy With How Things Are Inside:
Being inside all the time, I’ve been looking around my apartment to see if there’s anything I want to switch up. And surprisingly, at the moment I can’t think of a single thing.
I do switch up things now and then. But not anywhere near like I have in previous years.
I got to wondering why that is. And I determined that it’s probably because the rooms are fairly small and I have arranged the furniture the only way that pleases me.
There was a time when two days wouldn’t go by without my rearranging furniture or changing something up.
I suppose as you get older you kind of tire of that. Plus my back has never really gotten over that last bout many months ago.
Still, I get those urges to change things now and then. But I have become more settled in. I find things pleasing as they are.
For now, I just want to get things clean from the snow being dragged in and mop the floor.
I sit here and look over at that little niche office space I created last year, and I’m still happy with that. There is nothing I want to change about it.
Usually I can think of something to improve things. But as of now I like it just the way it is. My desk tucked back behind the little cupboard next to the bookcase my grandson helped me put together.
I have to have things a certain way to accommodate Charlie.
For instance I have two soft flat dog beds at the end of his doggy steps from the couch to catch him when he falls. I try to get to him before that happens if at all possible.
So here I am, turned 64 today, and I am at peace with myself and my little apartment.
Do you still like to change things around a lot?
“Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.” – Lao Tzu