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Wow.
So another old lady adventure.
The little old lady who lives down the hall from me recently had a mild stroke/aneurism. She's wearing an eye patch now and is *always* in her pyjamas and robe. Since it happens, she's occasionally been knocking on my door to ask me stuff like how to buzz people in (she's lived here for 20 years.. and readily admits that she's starting to lose her head) and to take out her garbarge for her or check her mail.. It's usually when I'm in the middle of leaving for work or something, so I don't have time to stop. Just now, she came to my door to ask me to go over to her apartment and show her how to work the remote control and turn the tv to channel 12. I did, and then spent about 20 minutes listening to her talk in there. And as much as she repeats stuff a thousand times, she's pretty interesting. It got *really awkward*, however, when she started telling me about all of her lovers dying... She told me how her husband died in bed, "he just went to sleep and didn't get up! Not a bad way to go, you know, but for all the people left behind.." and then how she met a man in this building and how she watched him every day for weeks and finally went up and introduced herself and then they had a long relationship and one day she couldn't reach him on the phone and thought he was just mad at her but then detectives came to the hospital where she worked and told her they had found him after he had been dead for 24 hours... and how he had a drinking problem but it wasn't all the time and how she wouldn't see him if he was drinking and one time they were in Spain and he had some drinks and she refused to go out with him... And then how her daughter loved her husband more than her and how she doesn't really like her kids who live here, and the one she does like lives in Vancouver... And how she thinks I have nice teeth... It went on for quite some time. I feel bad for her because she seems like she was really a go-getter type of old lady, and now she's kind of stuck in her house.. she wants me to come by and visit sometime.. maybe I will.. although she'll probably come find me before I get a chance to find her.
Hm
And today is cleaning day - my bathroom is spotless. I did a lot of scrubbing and tidying and it's not perfect, but it's getting there. I really like having a nice clean house.
Getting up really early in the morning for no real reason sure gives me a lot of energy and motivation to be productive. Iiii like it.
So another old lady adventure.
The little old lady who lives down the hall from me recently had a mild stroke/aneurism. She's wearing an eye patch now and is *always* in her pyjamas and robe. Since it happens, she's occasionally been knocking on my door to ask me stuff like how to buzz people in (she's lived here for 20 years.. and readily admits that she's starting to lose her head) and to take out her garbarge for her or check her mail.. It's usually when I'm in the middle of leaving for work or something, so I don't have time to stop. Just now, she came to my door to ask me to go over to her apartment and show her how to work the remote control and turn the tv to channel 12. I did, and then spent about 20 minutes listening to her talk in there. And as much as she repeats stuff a thousand times, she's pretty interesting. It got *really awkward*, however, when she started telling me about all of her lovers dying... She told me how her husband died in bed, "he just went to sleep and didn't get up! Not a bad way to go, you know, but for all the people left behind.." and then how she met a man in this building and how she watched him every day for weeks and finally went up and introduced herself and then they had a long relationship and one day she couldn't reach him on the phone and thought he was just mad at her but then detectives came to the hospital where she worked and told her they had found him after he had been dead for 24 hours... and how he had a drinking problem but it wasn't all the time and how she wouldn't see him if he was drinking and one time they were in Spain and he had some drinks and she refused to go out with him... And then how her daughter loved her husband more than her and how she doesn't really like her kids who live here, and the one she does like lives in Vancouver... And how she thinks I have nice teeth... It went on for quite some time. I feel bad for her because she seems like she was really a go-getter type of old lady, and now she's kind of stuck in her house.. she wants me to come by and visit sometime.. maybe I will.. although she'll probably come find me before I get a chance to find her.
Hm
And today is cleaning day - my bathroom is spotless. I did a lot of scrubbing and tidying and it's not perfect, but it's getting there. I really like having a nice clean house.
Getting up really early in the morning for no real reason sure gives me a lot of energy and motivation to be productive. Iiii like it.