It’s been weeks since ‘the flood’ and weeks since I’ve written.

Today I’m rushing laundry as a handyman is to meet me at my disheveled home @ 9 a.m.

Of course, the laundromat did not open early today as Murphy’s law would have it.

‘Handyman’ is going to ‘look’ at the damage and other repairs that I’ve requested so many times.

Look.

If one more person looks and does not DO – I’m going to have to put my foot down.

I say that, but I’m not confrontational.

I did however, stand up for Muslims and others while stuck outside listening to Glaucoma man rant and rave.

A rare photo of him – he’s the one in the Hawaiian shirt.

The other gentleman was also a source of anger for Glaucoma man as he was let in before us.

I don’t care, but jeez did HE take it personally.  I told him to calm down as Laundry Lady came to unlock the front door.  She didn’t need any of his venom.

Other than laundry and handymen and my interactions here – life has been … Different lately.

Work is changing – two of the original owners are leaving to enjoy their lives together and travel.  They will be missed.

I turned 48 and decided that I, too, needed to make some changes.

That’s been difficult.  Whenever there are others involved it’s a painful process.

But as I think of my friend in the hospital and I hear news of people my age suddenly passing of late – it’s very clear to me that none of us are promised tomorrow and it’s time to start soaking up each day.

I’m seeking peace for myself.  And while I feel selfish doing so, no one else is going to find that for me.

Clearly no handyman – they’ll just keep coming around and ‘looking’ at damage and making appointments to return some day.