But, wait. This doesn’t look like the neighborhood. Well, that’s what’s beautiful.
Carlton used to say: Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result was insane.
I have been hoping The Asylum would “improve” if I just complained nicely. Well, it didn’t happen. I was simply being ignored by management while annoying my friends. So, it’s time for a new plan. The Asylum where I expected to be cared for in my dotage has gone all corporate. It is now just a slightly run-down 40-year-old rental with decent security. With a poor restaurant in the lobby. And someone on duty who might call an ambulance. That’s it. I guess they are doing the best they can, but their best isn’t hacking it for me.
So, starting from this point. I am going to work on “acceptance” and keeping my mouth shut unless my opinion is sought. That’s going to be really hard.
Positive (I hope) steps I am going to take are eating fewer meals in the poor restaurant. And getting away from the building. Get on the bus. Go somewhere. Anywhere. Frequently.
After 8 years, this is no longer The Asylum. (Theasarus ASYLUM: refuge, sanctuary, shelter, safety, safe keeping, protection, security, immunity; haven, safe haven, retreat, sanctum, harbor, port in a storm, oasis; safe house, fastness, hideaway, hideout, bolthole, foxhole, hiding place, den.) It’s simply The Building.
OK. That’s it. On the the next thing.