Well, I have been at the asylum for 6 months now. Of course, I was in Hawai’i for 4 of them. So, I am not sure I deserve at “six month chip”. I sure don’t have six months of continuous asylum. I think that tomorrow, I’ll have 3 weeks of continuous asylum.
I continue to be unhappy with the lighting in the Old Bat Cave. So, today I repositioned all four lamps. The old apartment had window walls. And here I have 3 little windows. I’ll keep fiddling around until I am happy or too old to care. I have two really expensive LED bulbs. They promise to last 22 years. I plan on leaving them to someone in my will!
Living in the asylum is sort of like an “out of body” experience. I am here. Looking around. Doing things. But I am just watching. And the real me – is asking – WTF am I doing with all these old people. Then I look in a mirror and realize that I am where I belong. But, when did I get old? How did this happen? Where is Carlton? Why didn’t he get old?
Note to Carlton: I see people walking around holding hands – even here in the asylum. And, I think – we should have held hands more. But, neither of us liked walking and holding hands. I was half way down to breakfast this morning when I realized I didn’t have your ring on. I came back and got it. I don’t feel right without it. I noticed that most of the widows here don’t wear wedding rings.
Our building is like an unofficial asylum. There are a lot of old people living here. I see them not as a sign of where I am, but of where I am heading. You are so full of life and energy and zest. Our ages may say we are old…bah humbug.