kraftiekortie wrote:
The janitor sounds like a nut.
Don't let him make you feel that way.
If I get sad, watching old hockey games might do the trick. You did say you used to like Bobby Orr.
I'm so glad to hear from you. Honestly, it doesn't get lower than this. Oh, yeah, don't tempt fate.
It seems I'm a 76yo smelly old hag, whose memory is going, and who is terrified of taking a shower, and who weighs so much that I can't get off the floor if I fall, which I do. Also I dodder along with a walker.
I usually call janitor Concierge. He's very helpful. When a tenant died, he got permission and brought me a bureau for my bedroom and a hutch for the living room. Beautiful old wood. And so I could unpack - what he washed was 2 big bags of polyester that had stayed unwashed since I moved.
He stopped by today and I mentioned it and he said, "I don't smell anything. It's gone." Still hard to forget.
He's worried about whether I'm still alive so he takes out my garbage for me and if I miss a day he stops by with some bit of conversation. Sometimes I sleep for days. I'd love to take a pill and sleep for a week or two.
I still identify more with Asp than anybody else. There's an element of truth in there somewhere.
re Bobby Orr - I'd love to watch his old games. But I don't have a TV. I once bought the entire series of Boston/Montreal on VHS, but the whole thing was clips, not games. But it's a good idea, maybe in June - remember I'm bankrupt and sponging off my sister.