Our father is doing better....

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(06-09-2012, 07:29 PM)MakersDozn Wrote:

(06-09-2012, 01:47 AM)tweeter Wrote: Hi! Sorry I'm late answering. I'm glad your father is doing so well.
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Thanks. No problem. You've had your own stuff to deal with. Crossing feathers that things are getting better for you.

Laura and others

I'm still in the hotel. FM has been unable to get a straight answer from movers as to when my shipment will arrive, or be delivered. I'm not sure they know where it is. I think fm has been too easygoing about it.

The apt. was a mess and won't make the grade for me without what comes to renovation, which can extend to the rest of the building. Or, you can't go home again. FM hired a cleaning duo to make it liveable; he got an AC and had it installed; repairs were made by LL; got a cheerful shower curtain; got mini blinds for living room area.

There was a certain amount of misrepresentation about the place by LL. LL sends notices of lack of receipt of payment when payment was made and checks cleared. The excuse is that their accounting system doesn't work, when they are called. Sure, when pigs fly. FM tried to convince me to believe them; I told him my plans for rent checks, because I don't and have plenty of reason not t. I will be sending them via registered mail, return receipt.

Little closet space (no promised big closets here). I will have some duffles and other stuff piled in the living area against the walls. Everything protected for an expected influx of wildlife. Not a new kitchen, in spite of new, cheap, cabinets that had old b*g bait in them. They "think" a kitchen leak is fixed. The bathroom is small and rather depressing, with no ventilation, no shelves in medicine cabinet. Front door is a pip.

At this point, I'll probably wind up going to a laundromat, rather than put up with the bs involved in getting the card for machines. Way suggested by doorman is not that indicated on the machine in laundry room (where one is supposed to be able to get a card and put money on it via a credit card). This is some crew, and they make me nervous.

On the other hand, from what I've seen of NYC, I did well not to just come out here in July without an apt.

Had I visited, I wouldn't have taken apt, the decision made while I was still in the elevator. I don't like it there; The neighborhood is a far cry from what it was. Now miles of endless strip mall, sprinkled with police action, including unmarked cars. FM, etc. has suggested assisted living or some senior place. Not for me. Never been so opposed to what is expected of me, regardless of who or what I am. I lived a difficult life in ABQ and I expect NYC will be a trial by f*r* in some ways. Something's got to give

However, I already have a doc appointment with someone I knew years ago, and there's a possibility I might have an operational medical ear, or not.

As hard as it is in this now-manic cityscape, I'm getting around and feel the possibility of something else, or not.
Probably about the most confusing time in my life. I'm making choices based on history and intuition. FM is trying to convince me that I'll like it there once I move in. No. That won't happen. I'm not sorry I left ABQ.
While I avoid this phrase because of its deterministic connotations, I feel I'm here for many reasons (a reason), including possible medical care and more possibilities for meeting people. So far, some predictable and strange encounters. This planet has become an eerie place; things like that can show up acutely in a place like NYC.

I'm trying to get moved in before I see doc. Gut is kind of messed with by antibiotic, which I had to discontinue after a week of the 3rd scrip. It's okay. Typical scrip for it goes for seven or ten days.

I have no idea where it's all heading, if anywhere. A serious concern is that there could be a lot of movement resulting in nothing, or nothing good.
Gosh, I'm tired. I have to eat small meals, and when I went out with fm and bf this week, one place gave enough food for two people on one plate. I overate to make up a deficit, and crashed. I feel that the doc will be interested in following this, which would be real progress. Once I have my own frig., that problem will get better because I don't tend to overeat. Not my nature.

I think the human condition is deteriorating, and am trying to figure out what to do at a physically weak time of life.

I think fm would just as soon I live quietly in that hovel, while he goes on with his personal denial/deception framework. BF seems benign, but is a troublemaker. FM can do an about face, and then turn round again. I am appreciative of his help, but not trusting; I never know when he will just let things go and let them take care of themselves.

I've decided to be out there, so to speak, do what I can to BE. Oh, and getting old s*cks.

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