just a li'l senior trip

I went next door and spent a little while with my neighbor today, who is (thankfully) still hangin' in there. I hadn't done that before, actually spent time in her apartment talking with her, but it was well worth the little bit of effort it took me. Usually, we just hear one another through the kitchen wall while doing dishes, or see one another while checking the mail or tackling laundry. Although it's rare though, I'm always glad to see her. As I said, she's a good woman... a friend.

"Choppy" makes sense to me. (I thought, when I first moved in, that she was chopping vegetables or something... constantly, but as it turned out, it's the bathroom sink pipes.) Choppy feels real to me... yes... she makes sense to me. Reverse the numbers in my age and you get hers, but in my little world, that just means I have more in common with her right now than I do most people I've dealt with in life previously. That's the way it is with all of us in this complex... doesn't matter the age ...maybe we've just seen more of life than most out there living their lives (most Americans, I mean) ... I guess. I can only guess. 

I'm just glad for the smile I got to have today. I'm glad that I got a reminder of what it's like to live. ...and yes, I'm VERY glad that Choppy is my neighbor.