I captured the message on Carlton’s answering machine before I pitched it. I think that this little grief ritual is universal. Of course, most people have phone messages left by their loved ones. Not me – Carlton, saving his money, eschewed cell phones.
It seemed like a good idea at the time – signing up for a 90 minute yoga class on Saturday morning. I walked to yoga. Did yoga. Continued on to the asylum. Ate lunch (and got a takeout order – since I am out of food at the apartment). Walked to the bus stop. Came home. Logged 5.38 miles on the fitbit and crashed. No moving activities today. (yet)
Had lunch with one of my neighbors – she is organizing a welcome to the neighborhood party for me. Next Saturday. She told me that she runs the thrift shop at “The Hermitage” – which I thought was a little funny. The Hermitage is an old folks asylum about a mile from my asylum, Goodwin House. My neighbor explained that The Hermitage is run by the Methodist Church and they don’t have as much money as the Episcopailians who our establishment.
September 19, 2014 – Manhole Covers – a pretty normal day. Speaking of sandwiches – the brie and turkey sandwich that I brought home from the asylum was pretty good.
