IT HAS ELEVATORS! 

We are moving into an apartment and, since George can’t negotiate stairs, I called apartment communities asking if they had a first floor apartment available.  Either they didn’t or they were too expensive.  Then one said “We have one, but we also have elevators.”  Yessss!!!   

I decided I wanted one on the second or third floor (now that a ground floor apartment was available).  They had one that was close to the mailboxes and trash dump. Hard to resist.

When the salesperson first took us to the building, he pushed the elevator button and we waited.  I noticed that George had walked to the stairs and was staring up to the top of them.  Later, driving home, he was still worried about those stairs.  I assured him we will never have to use the stairs.  It took a few more rounds before he accepted that.  I don’t think he’s really convinced yet.  Or maybe he has forgotten.

Oh well.  Maybe I’m confused, too.  After looking at the apartment, we headed for the elevator and I walked right past it and down the hallway, still talking, until the salesperson politely guided me back to the elevator. My brain’s not truly dead – just idling!