Different Day......

It's been quite awhile since I posted. My habit is to not talk when I don't have anything to say. Strange this!
Now I am no longer in survival mode, I find that I want to survive more than ever. How does that work anyway?
My life has gotten costly...because I retired onto SS my SSI was cancelled and so was my Medicaid. My rent and utilities cost me more than 50 Percent of my income. Now I no longer have the medical insurance, I can't afford the specialists I was seeing....I don't see that as a bad thing actually. Each doctor seemed to find something that they couldn't deal with and find yet another specialist to send me too. All that stops very fast when the insurance and cash is gone.
It is my fervent hope that our president will keep on his path to health care reform. I can testify first hand about the flaws we now labor under.
Not much else has changed. I still live in the walk up penthouse apartment in Gods little acre. I have new neighbors across the hall from me. I think they are exercise enthusiasts as they run up and down three flights of stairs 4 or 6 times a day. I get a nose bleed just thinking about that.
The other night, I was just settling down for some sleep around 10:30 or so and some of the first floor folkin arrive home. They appear to be drunk and they are yelling and screaming at each other. This is a mother and daughter that each have their own apartments side by side. I open the window and say loud enough to be heard over the din. "You don't have to yell down there. I'm trying to get to sleep up here." The reply was, "I do to have to yell, this is family business. Mind you own business". Nice huh? "It is my business. I pay rent to live here too. If you don't stop yelling, I will call the police." There was a bunch of cussing, etc from the chick with the big mouth. She said I should go ahead and call the police but I noticed that the fight stopped. The mother went to bed. What part of family business dictates yelling your ass off in a parking lot? I must not understand the difference between public and private I guess.
I would like to say it was peaceful after that, but a bunch of people were still outside in the parking lot and by this time, a stray dog had arrived and was barking it's ass off at them. They were trying to catch it. Someone called the police to come get the dog. By the time all was said and done, it was midnight and the police were making more noise than my neighbors...Who do you call when the police need to quiet down? The officers were young and proceeded to flirt with the most unattractive women around. Just gross.
There may be a ray of hope or not. We have been interviewed for an apartment in a much nicer location, subsidized so life won't be quite so harsh. Even better, if we get the apartment it is right across from the police. Ummm, there must be some there over 20 years old that do their jobs appropriately.
Now I play the waiting game to find out about the move. If it happens it does and if it doesn't, sooner or later something will break my way.
I am starting to wonder if there are any other people over 60 that are still alive and enjoying life. All I've seen are ready for the bone yard. I have my health issues but I am not ready to belly up yet.
I haven't had any friends for many years. I don't want to discuss the reasons here. The main reason is no longer in my life and that is good enough. Anyway, I was thinking about friends and having friends and I came to the conclusion that I am not fit to have friends. I know that sounds a bit harsh or like I am putting myself down, but that isn't it. First, very few people my age have interests similar to mine. I am a bit odd and so are the things that interest my. Secondly, I do not have the desire to take care of yet another person in my life. I spent my entire working career taking care of others. I do not wish to spend my senior days babysitting as well. So, you see, it is much a matter of my attitude that keeps me unfit for friends. I am unwilling to put out the effort. If anyone knows of a way to have hassle free friendships, please write a book and send me a copy.
I really have no clue what I have written here today. I'll reread it sometime and maybe get some inspiration for another post.