The image was prepared to represent two new women residents at Lakeshore Estates. Several weeks ago, I was introduced to a little Hispanic woman and I became her guide. Her frequent broken English comment is “I donna know what-a do.”  I’ve helped her… Now, alone in my apartment, talking to the air–conditioned room, I am saying “I don’t know what to do.”  Uppermost in my mind: Do I go to the dining room for meals or stay in my room? I’ve missed six meals and the Staff has not checked on me (nor fellow residents). The Staff did not tell me that my new neighbor has Covid. I took Robin to her doctor appointment on Friday. Second (on my mind): What do I do about my “for sale” trailer home? I am not receiving any interested individuals. Third: What can I do with the “bottle bushes” and “bottle trees” in the yard of my trailer home? Fourth: What do I do with the “collectibles” in the storage unit at my trailer home? Fifth: What do I do with the “collectibles” in my apartment, destined for an antique and/or collectibles dealer? Today, I feel as helpless and confused as my Hispanic lady–friend who found herself in an unknown situation.

Bottom line: I don’t know what to do about Covid.

POSTSCRIPT @ 3:00 PM: I usually turn to genealogy as my escape and “my medicine.” Today I can’t get interested in climbing the family tree.  I must be sick if I don’t want to spend time on Ancestry (ha, ha). 🙂

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POSTSCRIPT @ 4:00 PM: My Heavenly Father (God) heard my prayers and three really, really good things happened this afternoon. (1) A resident phoned, (2) a Staff member stopped by to check on me, and (3) I heard from an interested person… and I will show the trailer tomorrow morning.

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