Notes from my new life at the Avant independent living community. Still coping with piles of stuff moved from my old house and distributed more or less randomly over a completely different arrangement of rooms and built-in furnishings (or, in a startling number of cases, a lack of those built-in furnishings — or defective installations requiring repair and reworking). It’s been a long hard slog, still painfully unfolding.
With some triumphs on Opal Armstrong Zwicky’s part; I was stunned and delighted to discover that changing my address with the DMV, for my senior ID card, allows automatic transfer of my voter registration — this is the way things should work, but oh so rarely do they. But also was reminded of how truly awful Merrill Lynch’s website is.
Gradually re-instituting daily routines. Applying healing coconut oil to my legs, feet, arms, and hands. And Sacred Harp singing, which I’m supposed to do (using some wonderful YouTube videos of SH conventions in Ireland) every day as lung therapy and also do, via Zoom, with the Palo Alto singers twice a month, for two hours each session. I have in fact been free of DOE — shortness of breath on exertion — for months now, which is indescribably pleasurable. Meanwhile, the experiences are often so moving they bring me to weeping in delight.
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