There’s no place like home

There is no place like home

It is great to creatively plan and execute in my little efficiency apartment. Oh, so you thought it was a one-room sub-acute facility. It is, but it isn’t.

I’m strategizing where to put the next tree, rose bush, and hydrangea plant. I also plan on layering seeds and bulbs for different seasons around a tree trunk and maybe three circular feet of dirt. I’ll recess them according to the height as much as possible, using only my imagination.

I was just coordinating some counter space. I’m organizing my little shelf space to showcase my plastic containers filled with pistachios, honey-roasted almonds, mixed nuts and herbs, yogurt-covered raisins, and Trailmix next. I don’t want it to appear too crowded.

I’m loving my life and enjoying my little space. My disease is not limiting what I do, but it contributes to my decision as to how I will get it done. I did really great with enlisting my assistants. Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art. Susan Sontag. Simplysaidbysimon, wherever you are physically, mentally, and emotionally, you can make it a fantastic and a better place. ALS – Always Liking Something. Thanks, Gwen. I like that management has supported everything except helping with my remote blinds. They said I was on my own and declined to do wiring behind the drywall. I don’t mind doing waivers for which they counsel different from my desire.