Betty In

Zipped down to Betty's in the middle of the morning and found her surrounded by plastic containers, ready to be taken to the new apartment.  After loading up our cars, we went over there.  It's in "Newport Court," formerly and informally "Coffin Alley."
This is where the Wimbergs--George and George, Junior--had stored stored their caskets.  I understand it hasn't been used for that purpose for years, but of course, the old nomenclature is comfortable.
It's a far from fancy neighborhood.  There's a narrow alley between two houses that leads into an enclosed parking lot, onto which a number of apartment (converted from single homes) front doors open.  Lots of children around, which made it nerve-racking to drive in, but we managed.  We went up a flight of stairs--very steep and only 28 inches across, but carpeted---to the second (and top) floor.
The apartment is small, yes, but seems not at all cramped, as there are plenty of windows, air, and light.  The living room has only an easy chair in it, but at this point, that's all Betty needs.  Kitchen includes all the usual except a microwave, which will be brought with the heavier stuff today, and a table, ditto.  Betty scavenged the easy chair (velour-like upholstery and it swivels--very comfortable) and four chairs from a house some friends are selling.  They also gave her a single bed for the tiny bedroom.  The other bedroom, very small, was fitted out by the last tenant as a nice walk-in closet with clothes and shoe racks.  The whole place, it seems to me, is ideal for Betty, once the gas is turned on and the hot water works.
What she was most excited about, though, is the "garage" (it's actually a warehouse) which opens out to the "courtyard," also. It has lots of stuff in it, but plenty of empty space, which George said she could use.  To indicate its size, I'll just mention that it contains two vintage cars and a pickup truck, as well as a large amount of furniture and other household items and they don't even come close to filling the place.  Betty is going to see if she can transfer her things from her storage place and the pod she's using, which will save her a lot of grief and money, too.  
I went out and brought back lunch for both of us--Betty insisted on treating--and we ate while waiting for the Verizon guy to hook up the T.V.  After, we went back to the other apartment to bring back more ever-present "stuff," pausing long enough to go over an old photo album and other memorabilia.
Got the additional stuff in and we chatted for a bit, then I said goodbye, arriving home about 6:00.  I'm glad to see Betty in the new place, small or not, and I hope things--the insurance settlement, in particular--will progress more rapidly now.