There’s only one man working now and all he does is check to make sure the water sprinklers are working as they should. The lawns are beautiful, the small shrubs were planted well and the trees they planted are doing well now since they are getting water.
The only thing missing is me. The place looks complete and very attractive. The only way I can contact the proprietors is over their internet and all I get there is a damn robot that says enter your internet and we will contact you when we are ready.
I may or may not be able to afford living there, but I want to at least see everything inside compleated and all polished up and looking pretty there.
I’m quite content living alone in my apartment, but in the home there will be people close to my age and me with a private apartment, I can decide whether I want to be alone or be sharing stories with other old folks who want to talk about things that with both of us at nearly the same age will be nice for me.
When this happens, I don’t know. I’ve watched the home since the first load of lumber hit the ground. You may remember my event when I just walked in the manor and walked around when there were two men working and I found an apartment like the one I’ll have provided if I get to live there.
As bugs bunny would say,"that's all folks."
