I had a great career lost to the damn frailties of my humanness. I make some meager money, and the world is far from cheap, but I've lucked out on rent until now. Gentrification seeps with the strength of a tsunami. Choices in locale are no longer choices. Being on many waiting lists helped, and I stayed in contact with the the new managers about that, they seemed cool and haven't raised my mediocre rent in well over a year (refurb. ones here are >2x).
Separately, echoing in my mind was an unspoken promise I made at a young age to my future elderly father to see to his needs that he would struggle with. I have them too that he helps me with. Plus I've changed a lot, and so has he, and so has everything, except his neighborhood and my upcoming one.
I was surprised to hear that my granny's old condo was empty and in need of renovation, and that he wanted me to live there, only owing the small condo fee and tiny CA Prop 13 taxes. I'm moving into my grandma's old condo, it is a gift from her, and she had outrageous love for me until the divorce then finding out I'm gay through dad (she's from the Old Country). His opinion of gay men isn't great, and he's infatuated with lesbians; he's a dude. He also thinks that all lesbians want wee-wees and all gay men want hoo-hoos. I thought about speaking in descent of that but saw too many ticket-takers for rides I didn't want to go on.
The condo's huge compared to any place I've lived with room for exercise equipment. I haven't walked since 1995 but can on a treadmill. With stable places to grab and being near a wall that will have grab-bars I foresee nice walks since I'll be aimed at the TV amid the surround speakers with a treadmill profile (or headphones).
Since I was 14 I only had a washer/dryer in my home a few times. I went to do laundry the other day [1 flight up/dn w/ whlchr. + 2 loads] and the machines were gone. Off to the laundromat.
Life will be different from crimesville apt. life to quietsville retirement life with a golf course, tennis, pools, club houses, activities, pottery/kiln, ... and my hopeful favorite, canasta.
And to think, a few months ago that bacterial/hospital infection made me think I was dying, made me want that.
Separately, echoing in my mind was an unspoken promise I made at a young age to my future elderly father to see to his needs that he would struggle with. I have them too that he helps me with. Plus I've changed a lot, and so has he, and so has everything, except his neighborhood and my upcoming one.
I was surprised to hear that my granny's old condo was empty and in need of renovation, and that he wanted me to live there, only owing the small condo fee and tiny CA Prop 13 taxes. I'm moving into my grandma's old condo, it is a gift from her, and she had outrageous love for me until the divorce then finding out I'm gay through dad (she's from the Old Country). His opinion of gay men isn't great, and he's infatuated with lesbians; he's a dude. He also thinks that all lesbians want wee-wees and all gay men want hoo-hoos. I thought about speaking in descent of that but saw too many ticket-takers for rides I didn't want to go on.
The condo's huge compared to any place I've lived with room for exercise equipment. I haven't walked since 1995 but can on a treadmill. With stable places to grab and being near a wall that will have grab-bars I foresee nice walks since I'll be aimed at the TV amid the surround speakers with a treadmill profile (or headphones).
Since I was 14 I only had a washer/dryer in my home a few times. I went to do laundry the other day [1 flight up/dn w/ whlchr. + 2 loads] and the machines were gone. Off to the laundromat.
Life will be different from crimesville apt. life to quietsville retirement life with a golf course, tennis, pools, club houses, activities, pottery/kiln, ... and my hopeful favorite, canasta.
And to think, a few months ago that bacterial/hospital infection made me think I was dying, made me want that.
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