I'm just going to sketch this out, as I know a particular reader has gone through this experience and could probably write it herself. Slept well and got up feeling good, not disoriented all all. Poured my coffee, topped off this blog and about 8:45, went down for breakfast. I had spoken with several residents and one hailed me as I looked over the balcony, inviting me to come sit with her and two others. I did and enjoyed getting to know them. After, Sharon called to ask how my first day went and we had a nice chat.
Back in my apartment, I got more of the boxes emptied, taking several hours until I broke for lunch; when my helper came, we continued. This went on for hours, then we took a short walk in the small park just down the street. When we went down to dinner, the couple, Beverly and Allan, I had lunched with approached us and I invited them to sit with us. (I used the old trick of association to remember their names: "Beverly Hills" and "Allan wrench.")
After, my helper came and we continued the work and got a lot done. For dinner, we went down to the dining room, Beverly saw us and said she had knocked on my door, but we had already gone. She and Allan sat with us, we ate, my helper left, I did a little more unpacking, then retired to my boudoir at 9:00.
Today, my helpers will come about 11:00--can't wait to see them. Maybe we'll have lunch here or maybe go out.
Note: From where we sat, we could see my front door, as it faces the balcony:
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