Slice of life: The manifold joys of apartment living in Daydreaming on the Porch

I’m sitting on my fourth floor balcony at the new apartment. It’s a very pleasant morning. I’m reading online and enjoying an occasional brisk and delightful breeze, which then gently rustles my wind chimes.

This is a 55+ community, and while there are lots of people younger than me (70), there are lots older, too.

I just picked up a humorous, but telling snippet of conversation from down below in the parking area.

Voluble, cheery, and rather loud lady adresses a man in a motorized wheelchair:
“I hear you just put in some time at the ER.”

Man: “How’d you know that?”

Lady (laughing loudly): “Oh, I have eyes and ears all over this place.”

Hmmm. But I’m one nut she ain’t gonna crack anytime soon because I don’t know anyone here, and with all the enjoyable distractions I have in my life, I’m not in any hurry to be part of the gossip circuit!

That aside, I’m being a bit harsh. She’s probably a fun-loving type, the life of the party.