Sometimes good news and bad news can come in the same package. Both came to Son and me by way of a phone call from my landlord.
I had wondered what happened to my neighbor, Alberta. I had knocked on her apartment door several times but there was never any answer. Nobody in the building seemed to know what had happened to her. My landlord told me that Alberta had been hospitalized. The tests run by her doctor showed she was full of cancer. There was nothing to be done but keep her as comfortable as possible. She passed on a couple of days ago.
She had been my neighbor for probably 15 years. I would tease her that she must have radar that could detect when I was canning, for often she would come by about the time I was taking jars out of the canner. I knew that she missed having the home canned food, for she talked about all the canning she had done when she lived on the farm. I always sent her home with a couple of jars of whatever I was canning. Her radar worked on homemade bread as well. When I still had my Yorkies she would knock on my door once in a while and ask if she could visit them. They loved her and they made her laugh with their antics. She was a good woman and a good neighbor.
The good part of the phone call was that now there was an apartment available. My landlord wanted to know if my son wanted it. Of course, the answer was "Yes." We both had checked around town for apartments and anything decent was way more expensive. My landlord includes all utilities except telephone and cable in the rent. In a climate that can see -20 degrees or colder in the winter and hot, humid days in the summer, having the heat and air conditioning covered is a big deal. It will be a little while before he can move in as the landlord is having the apartment painted, new carpet installed as well as replacing the old appliances. But it is a relief to Son to know where he will live. And it is nice for me to have one of my children within hollering distance.
I have mixed feelings. I am sad to lose a good neighbor and I feel bad that the apartment became available the way it did. But at the same time, I am glad for my son because he really wanted to be able to live in this building. I guess that's just the way life turns out sometimes.