Maybe I should be, but the wrist surgery scheduled for Tuesday hasn’t made me fearful as yet. I look at the procedure as a giant inconvenience until my wrist heals and, I hope, I’ll be able to key for more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time without pain.
Meanwhile it looks like several beautiful days are in store for southwest Idaho. I should go walking every day whether my arm’s in a cast or not.
The neighbors closest to my bedroom window have moved away. They weren’t bad neighbors, but they had the strange custom of meeting outdoors, below my window and about 20 feet from me to chat and laugh and have a good time at 3, 4 and 5 in the morning. Seems that the breadwinner of the household worked strange hours, and the family adjusted their schedule to be with him when he was home. My new blinds took care of the light in my eyes, and closing the windows at night took care of most of the noise, so it hasn’t been a problem.
I’ve never had neighbors in the complex east of my house who stayed put longer than a year. An exception is the family at the south end of the duplex closest to my house. She’s an on-site manager of the whole living area and probably gets her rent free. They’ve been there about three years.
And me? I’ve been here since 1988, but “here” has changed since I built a brand-new apartment above the garage. I need to spend about $40,000 bringing the ground-level parts of the house up to a high standard of excellence, but I probably won’t have that much money to spend on things like that.
