The next Day (actually the day after the next day)

 I'm still amazed and thrilled that I could get my blog back. I have yet to find my pictures, but at least I have the ones I posted here. My life is quite isolated since I haven't made any new friends except the few I meet in the elevator, but life rolls along. The friends I've had in Eastport are all gone, dead, or removed from my life for some reason or another.  I feel as if I am staying in someone else's house, which I am, adapting to a very different way of life.  No more gardening, no more mowing the lawn, no more tending chickens or parakeets.  No more bills to pay beyond the rent. I ride the elevator down three stories and push a button to unlock the door that goes  outside, where there is a parking lot that includes my little car in its own designated space. I have a four digit code to open the door to the building, a locked mailbox in the hall.  

So I spend the days wondering what to do......though I walk Elliot two or three times a day around the neighborhood to make sure he has access to that big restroom outside. Leah disappeared for the first three weeks of our being here, returned, and hasn't wanted to leave the apartment since she came back.  I've painted two paintings of the neighborhood that is my view from the windows, but haven't really settled into any painting to speak of.  

Mostly I sit around doing puzzles on the computer, wondering who and where I am.