I went out walking in my new spring blouse ($1) and purple pants along the south wall of the Westward Ho which features the glorious bougainvillea which blooms the year around but never more bounteously than in the spring. Everywhere bougainvillea! What a gift of a flower to man. I am so fond of it.
An old friend's picture was posted on the bulletin wall though. I spoke to Gabrielle in the office and found out Vern died yesterday quite suddenly I always admired Vern, in his seventies, because he had to wear a prothesis after they cut his leg off, I believe from having been torn up in an old war. But he never went to a scooter. And he was very active, too. Well, this might be the best way to go.
Water from a leak in these ancient pipes in here was dripping down into the mail room. Which made me think about my air conditioning and wondered when they were going to get around to fixing it. Plumbing and other maintenance problems keep them hopping, so I will have to wait my turn.
A lovely morning altogether. Hope yours was too.
