Cappy's Corner

RELOCATION PROJECT

I had to change my life, once again. I moved away from the Florida Keys (what went through my head)and headed north. My daughter had moved to Orlando and perhaps it was the place to be. I got an apartment nearby. Looked for work, which there wasn't much. The hospitality and service industry was big there and for that fact it still is. I don't know how it happened or where we met, you guessed it number 4. This is the 3rd guy who was much younger than me, 12 years this time. I must be grasping at something, youth perhaps. I was fit and attracted this young, 6foot 5inch man. We looked rediculous together. I was 5foot tall and perhaps a 100pounds wet. We spent time traveling to the coast and visiting the Keys. Still not certain that my relocation was succesful. A mere six months after arriving in Orlando I had enough. Another relocation project ensued, this time I was hooked up with a man. My next move was to Bonita Beach, near Ft. Myers. Still not paying attention to those little signs which keep coming, I move. On moving day into our new apartment moving boxes and furniture a lady stops me interupting my focus. A little old lady, she seemed upset and nearly frantic, I drop everything to listen to her problem. She said "I need your help", for what I wondered. The little old lady wanted me to go into her boyfriends apartment, which was next door to mine and check on him. She handed me the key and I proceeded to walk in the apartment. The place was dark and musty, there didn't seem to be anyone home. She convinced me to check the bedroom, I was reluctant, not to mention trespassing, she insisted that he couldn't be anywhere else. The sun was shinning through the blinds and distoreted my vision, the little old lady stayed at the doorway. My eyes adjusted to the light and low and behold there lies her boyfriend as she called him. He didn't appear to be alive. Not knowing how to be anything but blunt I told her I think he is dead. She started screaming at me,"you have to check, you have to check", damn I can't believe the things I do for people. I moved slowly over to what appeared to be a man sleeping like a rock. When I touched him, he was cold. Again I hear screaming "shake him, shake him", what could I do. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him, he was so stiff his arms flew up in the air, I guess I really shook him. I looked at the little old lady and said "Yep, he's dead". I walked out of the room and began to make some phone calls, the police, fire department, who the hell do I call? I helped the little old lady make some calls and with all the commotion from the police the land lady finally poked her head out of the apartment with her mute mini pincher by her side, his bark of hollow air was pretty funny too. She walked passed the police toward me, where I had resumed moving boxes, she says to me I can't believe another person died in that apartment. My face was one of utter shock, she continued to reassure me by telling me not to worry nobody in the apartment I was moving into had died. Are you paying attention yet. Do these signs point to anything, am I so blind I don't notice yet another sign, this one isn't going to be a good relocation or relationship. Nope I don't see it yet. Closed the door after the land lady completly reasurred me.
Now I start my new life again, new apartment, dead guy next door, and my new man, still alive and kicking, for now.

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