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.

Here is the exchange of email messages with a genealogy cousin who shares my love for Ancestry.

Lorraine,

FYI, I first send my inquiries to the profile manager via a private message in order to prevent any undue excitement.

Stay cool indoors…sounds pretty hot there.

Leland

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I was in the middle of preparation for the following image when a new lady–friend neighbor phoned to check on me. “I’m fine, how are you?”  My neighbor has covid!! We have spent a lot of time together lately—during the mealtime hours. On Friday, I drove her to her regularly scheduled doctor appointment. That was close contact in my KIA. So I’m requesting your prayers for my well-being. ~~~~ Now, about the image: Recently I subscribed to “Billion Graves”  with the request for the “Frantz” name only. I’ve received an avalanche of information and, until today, all have been Frantz individuals not in my Ancestry  database (so I add them to my database). This morning was the exception. I point you to the tiny print below the name and dates for Clifford Frantz. We are remotely related (lol). How often have I told the reader that I am obsessive–compulsive about Ancestry?  A cousin sends obituaries and the documentation is a full-time job. Recently, I asked WikiTree  for Frantz (only) information and that is a “hair-pulling” experience!! Those subscribers seem to grab information without sources. I’ve repeatedly added a comment directing the subscriber to my Lorraine Frantz Family Tree and Frantz Families–Kith & Kin (free on the Internet).

I prefer to “climb the family tree” rather than go to the dining room for a meal. The past two days, I’ve enjoyed several very challenging research projects and I could not tear myself away from the computer. Below is an image I created to explain one of my quests for information.