TUESDAY

Breakfast with K., as ever, and I had the cheese/mushroom/spinach omelet. It was less over-cooked this time, although still not as soft as I prefer.

Boarded the van for Von's at 10:00 and another resident, Julie, went, also. While I was in that shopping center, I walked down to CVS to replenish my B12 and D3. Back in front of Von's, Julie and I sat and waited for Rick to pick us up. He had to get Linda from her P.T. appointment first, so we had about a half-hour wait and chatted in the meantime. Julie is originally from the Philippines and she had worked for a family in Brentwood, of O.J. fame. She's seven years younger than I am, but seems older--very small, thin, and frail. When Rick arrived, I offered put one of her heavy bags on my walker and she accepted. Got home, gave back her bag, and said goodbye. 

Home, I got ready for lunch, but before I went downstairs, I got a call from Tia on the desk, asking if I had Julie's purse. Certainly not, so I told her to ask Rick and to call Von's. However, when I got off the elevator, Julie was standing there and more or less demanded her purse back. Of course, I didn't have it and it was upsetting to be accused. Happily, Tia came over while we were still at lunch to tell me the purse had been left in the van, so all was well. I went over to tell Julie I was glad it was found and she immediately apologized--over and over, with tears--for accusing me. I assured her again and again that it was okay, I wasn't angry, just glad it was found. Poor thing, I think she's not like most the of the people here--boring old Caucasians--and must be lonely. 

I was delighted to get this email from Suzy:

Dear Friends,  I am inspired and driven by the idea of creating a theater space for seniors to share their stories of their life experiences.  I am wondering if you would like to meet to discuss ideas and be part of the planning and implementing of this.  Sheila Murphy, a local writer and Senior Living Advisor, and  I could meet here in Ojai or a close locale on any evening but Thursday in the early evening.  Let me know your interest and availability.  I'd love your input.  

Much Love,

Suzy

Of course, I wrote back immediately to express my interest. I also offered to have the group meet here and invited Suzy to come to see the place, which she will next week. We'll see what evolves with this. 

Sat with the usual four for lunch--fajitas--then went upstairs to prepare for cleaner Dun-Lunnie; I didn't do much, just stashed a few things, so they're not in her way.  I like to vacate the apartment while she's here, so I went downstairs and played Bingo. I can never decide if I actually enjoy it or I think it's about as interesting as watching paint dry. 

Back to my little domicile, I put a few things away, then hung up my welcome tapestry:   

I want to add something at the top--maybe a small wreath.

Dinner with the usual; it was four-cheese ravioli and pretty good. Happily, I slept well, which I have for the past several nights.