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Well, also demanding that the universe align and vibrate to her special snowflake frequency. I know, it's not that much to ask.
Despite how wonderful the day turned out to be (temp 75F), waking up at 5:30 was grotesque. And, though I called and was on hold for around 15 minutes, there were NO rides available. I was put back on the waiting list. ::growls in frustration:: My meals were also delivered a bit later than usual, by someone who's not my customary volunteer. ::sighs:: After that, I just wasn't in the mood to try to squeeze in laundry. Ah, domani. I was also too lazy to wash my hair. After throwing on my regulation black on black outfit, I added my designer orange-yellow silk scarf (though it's silk, it looks ... rustic).
I left home around 2:45 and just managed to catch the bus I wanted. I was at the station less than 20 minutes later (my best time). And then I set out to walk west, directly against the blinding sun that was also mercilessly beating down on me. But I managed to get from Royal York to Islington in about 15 minutes. I turned north and got really confused. When I saw a set of concrete steps (that I'd been told about), I groaned ... because it was a full flight of steps. I was lucky that a woman stopped to see if I needed help. Oh, my, did I ever. I pulled myself up the steps while she carried my walker. It's a good thing she was there, because of the three buildings in the group I'd chosen the WRONG one.
I'd arrived so early, I had plenty of time to wait. So I sat outside and enjoyed the refreshing breeze. The building was laid out very nicely, with a concrete overhang at the entrance, and a row of tall evergreens separating the parking lot from the building. There were more lush pine trees on the right. The sense of serenity amazed me. That alone was making my mind up for me. Many people stopped to chat. KJB and I texted each other as she was delayed. But she finally got in and I went upstairs. Her two vicious (lol) guard dogs (er ... chihuahuas) could be heard through the door. The mom-dog simply would NOT stop barking, so was dissuaded with a water gun. But she did come up to lick my fingers and toes, so I guess I wasn't such a threat after all.
I was shown everything and then we talked for a bit. It appears that a previous arrangement had fallen through at the last minute, so someone else's goof is my good fortune. I plainly said that I hope she'll choose me as her roommate. She still has another person to see but hopes to come to a decision this weekend. ::crosses fingers and pleads with the universe:: If I get it, I'm going to have to be even more ruthless in disposing of things because there's also a pillar by the window that reduces the dimensions. OTOH, the west-facing window fills the room with light. I can see that heating in the winter may be unnecessary. And, of course, AC is a big plus.
KJB walked me out to where I would wait for my bus. I also saw the regular bus stop for a route that goes to my vision loss meetings. I also have to check out the accessibility of the Go Train station nearby. If I could use it to get downtown, I wouldn't have to rely on a service that is letting me down more frequently these days. Anyway, my bus was a bit late, though the driver reassured me he stops at the address frequently. Almost as soon as I'd boarded, the light disappeared. I hate the suddenness of fall-winter sunsets. No leeway. In any case, I was delivered safely home. When I got in, I told John about my experience and asked that he pray to the universe. And I'm asking all of you to do the same, asking for positive vibes to surround me and to make it all happen. Pleeeeeeeeease. I also e-mailed the co-head of the vision loss group, asking for her prayers. Okay, now all I have to do is calm down so I can catch up on my sleep. And dream some wonderful dreams.
Despite how wonderful the day turned out to be (temp 75F), waking up at 5:30 was grotesque. And, though I called and was on hold for around 15 minutes, there were NO rides available. I was put back on the waiting list. ::growls in frustration:: My meals were also delivered a bit later than usual, by someone who's not my customary volunteer. ::sighs:: After that, I just wasn't in the mood to try to squeeze in laundry. Ah, domani. I was also too lazy to wash my hair. After throwing on my regulation black on black outfit, I added my designer orange-yellow silk scarf (though it's silk, it looks ... rustic).
I left home around 2:45 and just managed to catch the bus I wanted. I was at the station less than 20 minutes later (my best time). And then I set out to walk west, directly against the blinding sun that was also mercilessly beating down on me. But I managed to get from Royal York to Islington in about 15 minutes. I turned north and got really confused. When I saw a set of concrete steps (that I'd been told about), I groaned ... because it was a full flight of steps. I was lucky that a woman stopped to see if I needed help. Oh, my, did I ever. I pulled myself up the steps while she carried my walker. It's a good thing she was there, because of the three buildings in the group I'd chosen the WRONG one.
I'd arrived so early, I had plenty of time to wait. So I sat outside and enjoyed the refreshing breeze. The building was laid out very nicely, with a concrete overhang at the entrance, and a row of tall evergreens separating the parking lot from the building. There were more lush pine trees on the right. The sense of serenity amazed me. That alone was making my mind up for me. Many people stopped to chat. KJB and I texted each other as she was delayed. But she finally got in and I went upstairs. Her two vicious (lol) guard dogs (er ... chihuahuas) could be heard through the door. The mom-dog simply would NOT stop barking, so was dissuaded with a water gun. But she did come up to lick my fingers and toes, so I guess I wasn't such a threat after all.
I was shown everything and then we talked for a bit. It appears that a previous arrangement had fallen through at the last minute, so someone else's goof is my good fortune. I plainly said that I hope she'll choose me as her roommate. She still has another person to see but hopes to come to a decision this weekend. ::crosses fingers and pleads with the universe:: If I get it, I'm going to have to be even more ruthless in disposing of things because there's also a pillar by the window that reduces the dimensions. OTOH, the west-facing window fills the room with light. I can see that heating in the winter may be unnecessary. And, of course, AC is a big plus.
KJB walked me out to where I would wait for my bus. I also saw the regular bus stop for a route that goes to my vision loss meetings. I also have to check out the accessibility of the Go Train station nearby. If I could use it to get downtown, I wouldn't have to rely on a service that is letting me down more frequently these days. Anyway, my bus was a bit late, though the driver reassured me he stops at the address frequently. Almost as soon as I'd boarded, the light disappeared. I hate the suddenness of fall-winter sunsets. No leeway. In any case, I was delivered safely home. When I got in, I told John about my experience and asked that he pray to the universe. And I'm asking all of you to do the same, asking for positive vibes to surround me and to make it all happen. Pleeeeeeeeease. I also e-mailed the co-head of the vision loss group, asking for her prayers. Okay, now all I have to do is calm down so I can catch up on my sleep. And dream some wonderful dreams.
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