Today brought some welcome news. The apartment building pest left on Friday.
The woman suffered from dementia plus drinking alcohol. Clueless, she would wander the halls ringing random doorbells. Last Monday she managed to start a fire in her apartment. Yesterday she was gone.
This woman bothered me in more ways than ringing my doorbell. My late ex-wife was named, “Karen”. The woman, too, was “Karen”, and could have been my ex-wife’s plain Jane sister. Worse, I felt the same kind of attraction to her that I did my ex! How the hell does that happen?
I wrote a post when my ex died.
https://wellseasonedfool.blogspot.com/2019/06/not-life-well-live
An earlier post explained my favorite country song.d.html
https://wellseasonedfool.blogspot.com/search?q=roy+clark
This evening when I have my bedtime libation, think I will queue it up on YouTube and have a listen.
I do hope she is going to a care center where she will be safe. Here she wasn’t.
