Sunday, June 09, 2019
It has taken for bloody ever to get myself established here at Brookdale so that I can actually work. The last stroke (Dr. Hartigan has reviewed my stroke history, and determined that the last event was not a TIA, but was a stroke) left me dependent upon dictation as my means of being able to write, and the noise level in my apartment made the reliability of my dictation apparatus into a major pain. This is because of the through-wall air conditioning units noise level. I have moved my computer into the architectural error that is my bedroom closet, and it seems to isolate my dictation from the constant background of the HVAC units enough that dictation is now a much more possible task.
Brookdale is an okay place, built in the early 1990s, when coupled Oakbridge was a spanking new development. I suspect that the Publix store here was built about the same time.
I am not sure what the future holds for the place for me to live, but I expect that Oakbridge will be my residence for the next year or so.
The following paragraph is from the last entry, but it applies still. I'm going to try to get back on my weekly schedule for updating this blog. I don't have an excuse anymore.
I have maintained my relationship with Scragged, having submitted three articles since the time of the stroke; this is far less than regular output, but is what I have been able to do.I find that continuing this work helps to keep me sane and aware of my surroundings.
I intend to keep up the column and this blog; those two things may keep me in the real world. My architectural practice is probably going to be pretty much abandoned. I will continue my registration as long as I can, but I no longer feel competent to be a practitioner of commercial architecture.
On that happy note, I will wrap up this days writing.