A note from January 4, 2010, back when 8A and I were just getting to know one another. I moved in on November 1, 2009, and she had come to my door pretty much non-stop for two months. Security had told her to quit it, so she started leaving all these notes about “chair glides.” So many notes about “chair glides.”
Attached is a reply I wrote BUT DID NOT GIVE TO HER. It was purely a thought experiment.
Ah, back then, I thought this was temporary. Little did I know…
The followup to the December 4th, post-surgery note. This one was from December 6th. It came under the door as the three of us were playing cards at the table in the morning (because I was recovering and practicing sitting upright in a chair). Again, the mention of doctors makes me wonder if my neighbor somehow knew I was ill, and was trying to find a way to say that she cared!