Well, Hi. How the heck are y'all? I am starting to recognize my *space* here at the Home for theTerminally Confused, which means I kind of feel a tad better than I did the day after I moved in. This doesn't mean, however, that I really understand what the helk the rules are as yet. Doesn't matter, I generally don't pay a whole lot of attention to "rules" anyway.

I think I might just like it here. The ritzy ditz *retirement community* I just came from may have been grand and luxurious but the people were not from my planet. I have been face to face with about a dozen residents here so far and each one has been very friendly, helpful, and just generally act like "real" people, whatever that means.

The apartment is like a gazillion other 1-bdrm 1-bath--blah blah pad. There's two buildings, quite attractive, I live in 'Wing-A' and the other bldg. is.....ta-dah!.....'Wing-B' -- I'm not sure I like that designation, though. Wing-A? Wing-B? Sounds a lot like a big mental asylum complex, doesn't it? LOL

There's one small caveat for this arrangement, though. A mystery, if you will. The question I have been asking since I moved in --- Why is the toilet bowl/seat only about 12" from the floor? While you ponder such a weird conumdrum, I am going to shuffle on into the kitchen and get me a very big bowl of ice cream.

I just measured. From the floor to the rim of the seat, the toidy here rises grandly up, up and away to 14". So I exaggerated. When I plonked my butt on it for the first time when I moved in, it was kind of a shock, you know? I don't know how to describe what a 5' 5" female person is feeling crashing down on a too-short toilet thingie.

I'll explain what had to be done. But not now, I have ice cream waiting for me.