Settling into life here in the new apartments. Meeting more people and losing some I like.
First, there's my new next-door neighbor, whom we'll call The Talker. She is a chatterbox, but very sweet and a pleasant neighbor. There has been so much discussion at the Talk Table about management's actions that I have been hesitant to take any action that might be against the rules. Not The Talker. She is making this place her home with plants and outdoor furniture. So, I decided to put my two folding chairs outside beside her setup, and if Management complained, they would think it was her. I did tell her that too, but she said Don't worry.
Next, there is The Chef. He is the one who invited me, the Prom King and Queen to supper recently. He cooked enchiladas, and they were excellent. I really like him. Nice Guy, but he is moving next month because they tried to evict him when Management lost his rent check, but still wanted him to pay a late fee. I wish he weren't going, I'll miss him. An interesting story about him is that he has never missed a day of work in 24 years. Wow.
There is also a great guy in a wheelchair. We'll call him Roger's Dad because he has the sweetest dog, Roger, who Bonnie Rae loves, and the great sidewalks in our courtyard allow him plenty of access to come to the Talk Table or just wheel around with his dog. An interesting thing about him is that he has lived here for 20 years. He said he moved in when they first opened. He invited me over to have coffee any morning, but since I don't get up until 10:30 or so, most of the folks at his impromptu coffee meetups are past coffee and head towards lunch. Still, it is nice to be included.
Another nice guy, but pretty quiet, we'll call The Opera Singer because he has a similar name. I don't know a lot about him yet, but we were discussing games at the Talk Table one evening, and I mentioned that I was looking for a dominoes partner. He told me recently that he had found someone, and I gave him my number to share with them. I'm looking forward to that.
I met a lady yesterday who was at the Talk Table with the Prom Queen. She had her new cat with her in a carrier, much like the ones you take along for babies to sleep in. What was so amazing was that the top was totally open, but the cat never tried to get out, and we were there at least an hour.
I haven't seen much of the Prom King. I guess we've been on different schedules. I understand he has a girlfriend in one of the other courtyards who is quite a bit younger than he, being around 20-30 years his junior, to his 83. I don't care. More power to them, but he has been bringing up politics at the Talk Table a little too much for my liking, as he is a Trump supporter. As far as I know, I am the token Democrat, at least in our courtyard, so I try to slip away before I open my mouth on those occasions. Democrats, like domino players, seem to be in short supply at this senior complex.
One of my upstairs neighbors shares the same name as one of my sisters, so we'll refer to her as Sister2. She has a medium-sized dog also named Bonnie. Her Bonnie is Bonnie Louise, but her dog doesn't like female dogs. So we don't share the sidewalks when they are out, but since she is a smoker, we often see her coming or going to the smoking area, and she'll join us at the Talk Table. She is one of those who has told me about Management.
Now for my Bonnie Rae. She is doing great. Adapting so well. Still startles at sounds, but now she will walk past the AC units on the way to the dog park without being carried. She knows to sit by the front door if she wants out, but if she doesn't want to walk, she will stay in her bed and refuse to come. She still never barks, which I love after my old barker Buddy.
More later ...