Before retiring, getting up very early was a necessity. I wanted to enjoy my coffee, work out, shower and put on my exterior person. That is; full make up, hair styled, corporate clothing (before I became a techie). Then, the 65 mile drive to work in Houston, trying to beat the heavy traffic. The traffic, of course, always won. I used to play a silly game with myself, trying to be the first one at work but no matter how early I parked my PU truck in the parking lot, there was always someone else there. Well, other than Security.
But I’ve been retired for quite awhile now and after all of the years in the working world, I think I deserve sleeping late in the mornings. The mind and body don’t agree. Life doesn’t agree. I fall asleep easily but three, sometimes four hours later, my mind says, “Wake up, fool. You have things you need to worry about, to take care of.” And I do.
The latest? The apartment that I rent, that I’ve lived in, have improved with my hard, physical labor and no little expense for more than three years, has been taken over by a new property management company. I don’t know what the story is behind the management change but if my experience of the business practices of the new management is any indication, it couldn’t have been pleasant. The new company’s left hand doesn’t know what its right hand is doing. I’ve been inundated with emails from several different new company employees telling me what to do, when to do it and how to do it if I want to continue to live here. I don’t. Not with this kind of management.
I viewed and applied for a new apartment yesterday, Tuesday, 08-Oct-2019. It’s not in a beautiful neighborhood like the one I live in now. I won’t be taking any night time walks. But, the apartment itself is actually a better fit for me. Two bedrooms, one of which I’ll be turning into a study, a very nice and large personal balcony, a garage and best of all, a WASHER AND DRYER.
I expect to be approved to lease the apartment; they’re to let me know today. Then the fun begins. I use the word, “fun” sarcastically. Making arrangements for the move, packing, transferring utilities and numerous, oh so numerous address change notifications. Ah well. It’s not like I’m not experienced in moving. I definitely am that. Practice makes perfect, as the saying goes. However…
Tomorrow, Thursday, 10-October-2019, I’ll be 77 years old. That’s OLD!
Wouldn’t it be funny, not funny ha ha, but funny ironic if I’m not approved to lease the new apartment? Shut the f*ck up, Mind.