Garden Court
What a flurry of excitement this morning at Garden Court while management and maintenance were handling the emergency that occurred while I was waiting my ride to physical therapy. Fire trucks line Main St and Pease Ct. to take care of fire if went wild from an apartment that had the fire. I was worried and panicking about getting Magic to safety in case the building had vacate. It was an experience I was not ready for because I have been dealing with some raw emotions lately due to depression. I need to find a counselor and get on depression and anxiety meds as soon as possible. With Fall turning into Winter is the time I begin to feel the changes in my mood, and my mood swings have been pretty bad these days. I have asked my caregiver DH to come back just in case Magic is needed to go to a safe place. By the time DH had arrived, the fire was out and they were cleaning up the mess. Since it was smoke that had me and other tenants go outside for fresh air, I have to admit that in case we needed to evacuate the building for a while, there was absolutely no way I was going to see Magic succumb to a fire. The fire was out by the time DH got here, but she went up to be with him for a while anyway. Did I expect my cat, a little while later, be laying on my bed with no care in the world I was not there for the next four to five hours? Umm, no. DH sent me a photo of him laying on my bed and enjoying his time away from me—that stinker of a cat. Magic Kitty taught me something today I will never forget. Anyway, with DH back at my place for a few minutes, he got his num nums and some extra attention.
Surrounded By Death Now
Please do not think I am strange because I look at the obituaries of those who have recently passed away. I am at the age now that death is around me. I just learned that a church member I got to know has passed away. Everyone called him ‘Mick’. I got to know him from 1999-2023 even though the past few years we have not spoken to one another because his phone number no longer existed, and his living arrangements had changed. His wife ‘Char’ had gone into a nursing home because of her failing memory. I feel sad but happy Mick is not suffering.
