I, who vowed not to bring "coast-y" things into my home as I already live here-not a tourist--have started collected hard black stones with holes in them. I believe it is a symbiotic relationship as the holes appear appear to be dug by clinging fauna. Some are quite large and sturdy. Others are very small, as if they chipped off, and dissolve into tiny pieces if handled too roughly. Anyway, they are beautiful in an elegant black way. The holes often make the rock resemble a key or hook or other common element in our lives. I have them decorating from my from garden areas. I also have an array decorating my old Nike shoes--one of the first pairs over marketed to the public--blue with the yellow swoosh. In fact, the postal woman slid my graduation certificate behind the shoes so that it would not bend!
I am getting to know my neigbors, who are by and large women over 50. We do have two young couples, and a divorced guy who is very nice. The most affable tenant is Kay, a traveling nurse practitioner, who will be with us for 3 months. As we have so many medical professionals in my family, she and I relate quite well. I also am the bearer of the extra set of keys for a month, which compels me to meet everyone. Kay is a delight and I will be sorry to see her go.
Nothing too prosaic this time. I have found a fourquare church on 22nd--about 25 blocks from me. On good days, I can walk in under an hour. Very strong sense of faith and I have made some female friends already. The church has dipped in attendees so that I am about the only new person which brings me lots of attention in the meet and greet time. One new friend works in the same school district that I hope to and has invited me out to lunch.
One of my neighbors wants to see Eat, Love, Pray, or whichever the order is with Julia Roberts next month. A local theater still in the period of an organ for silent movies is the site. It is a rare experience, and one I recommend if you ever come visit me.
Happy Sunday!
JoAnn
"JD"
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