The “Indoor/Outdoor Thermometer” instructions are dated 3 Nov 2015. I have a new instrument so these old instructions are going in the waste basket. ~~ The plastic crates were an “inspiration”  this morning. I’ve been searching my brain for an answer to a perceived problem. The Shepherd’s Hook that supports the red, white, and blue bottles was leaning and (obviously) I do not want it to topple over and scatter broken glass on the ground two stories below. I had considered bringing heavy cement blocks from my yard at my trailer home. OMG, what a task to load… and unload… and hand truck to the balcony. These crates were available and are sturdy. Granted, they “take away” from the appearance of the display but I’m the only one who is looking at it. ~~ I plan to do some laundry and approach other “getting organized” projects.

I couldn’t sleep… so I checked my email for messages. A man sent an inquiry and I was quick to climb his family tree. He isn’t a Frantz cousin but the branches of our trees overlap. So-o-o, at two and three in the morning, I was engrossed in my hobby.

A neighbor/resident used his super strength to remove the base from the planter. In its earlier life, the small planter was above a larger similar planter. It was a very attractive display of flowers. Now the planter was needed for a more attractive base for the deteriorating planter. In my new residence, I won’t be “gardening.” In my new residence, I want my bottles in a patriotic display.

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P.S. She “wonders” how she did it.

The thermometers demonstrate exaggerated temperatures because they are in the morning sunshine. I was “in” and “out” of the balcony and those “exaggerated” temperatures.

Things have come to a screeching halt at Lakeshore Estates. Our meals will be delivered… (duration unknown). The gossip suggests two-thirds of the residents have Covid. Sounds extreme to me! Yesterday, I went to the walk–in Clinic at my doctor’s office building. I was tested for Covid and it was negative. I felt OK but told anyone who would listen: “I want to protect my community.”

POSTSCRIPT @ 1:25 PM: A picture is worth a thousand words?

Yesterday, I shopped at a Goodwill store hoping to find a new, reasonably–priced toaster. I saw these flowers and KNEW they were there waiting for me. Eighteen flowers fashioned from felt fabric with “get well”  embroidered on a petal.  Recently a Staff member at Lakeshore Estates suggested a volunteer task for me. Take a “Get Well” card to residents confined to their apartment. I welcomed the suggestion because I frequently ask how I can help and add “I am ready, willing, and able.” ~~ Of course, the Staff and yours truly had no idea that Covid would limit our contact with one another. ~~ Later: A “get well” card and a “get well” flower.

In the Thrift Shop, I saw this beautiful bottle. I couldn’t resist! During the past three-and-one-half years, in Waco, I’ve been in fewer than five Thrift Shops. This visit and this purchase may represent a new approach to life since moving to Lakeshore Estates?

No Ancestry; I’ve been involved in strange projects today. Two “unseen,” no pictures: (1) Set up Robin’s computer, and (2) took boatloads of neighbor-resident’s trash to the dumpster (one less task for our overworked maintenance man). Residents who can’t go to the dumpster put their trash outside their door, in the corridor. Bleached the plastic tabletop thinking I’d use it for Robin’s computer (but, instead, cleared her attractive wood dining table). Many residents have beautiful furnishings so my apartment looks like a “garage sale.”

Looking at the numbers.

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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Five days after the plastic came off two windows, a workman/painter removed the plastic from that window. (I had to “remind” the workmen [several times] and I hung a flag from my balcony so “they” would know which apartment.)

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For the record: this is my two month anniversary at Lakeshore Estates.