“Yep, call Blair, put her on speaker. We’ll get her up to speed.”
Ten
Didi
It had been a busy morning. It was funny, what constituted busy to her these days. They’d had one appointment for Jorge and then gone to the hardware store. She wanted a nap now. That would have been nothing in her forties or even fifties and sixties. But something about being in her seventies was, as the kids say, hitting different.
She wanted to zonk out for a bit, but alas. No time for that!
Didi and Jorge lived in a condo a few blocks away from Sea Turtle Resort.
They used to be able to stroll over here from their condo, easy peasy.
She just had to walk along Bayview a short way to where it ended a block from the Sea Turtle. She could get her steps in and check on guests in one quick walk! Plus, Jorge was never more than a few minutes wait for any maintenance issue that popped up when they weren’t here.
It was such a good retirement setup for both of them. Well, it used to be.
And today’s news hadn’t been what they wanted to hear.
“He is not to lift anything that weighs more than a gallon of milk, got it?” Doctor Diller had instructed them.
“I told you that.” Didi had smacked Jorge on the shoulder.
“Hey, I’m in recovery.”
“I told him not to try to get the chlorine out of the shed, but what does he do?”
“You can’t lift it, not with your frozen shoulder.”
“Ugh, the two of us barely make one complete functioning human!”
The doctor had written something on his prescription pad.
“Look, you both need PT.”
“What? I didn’t have surgery! He’s the one with a new hip.”
“Yes, but your shoulder could stand some physical therapy. Or we could do surgery on you too.” Doctor Diller had looked over his readers at both of them.
They did not have time for another surgery right now.
“Fine, fine. Therapy,” Didi had said.
She’d taken the script and another for antibiotics, so Jorge’s infection stayed gone.
Jorge had waited in the truck while she picked up laundry soap and bleach for the resort. Then he’d done nothing but complain as she tried to get it from the truck to the shed.
“Let me help you at least get it on the hand cart.”
Between the two of them, they’d unpacked the truck and now were ready for said nap.
It was barely one in the afternoon.
Jorge sat uncomfortably in the chair opposite the little desk they had in the complex’s office space. The space functioned as a check-in desk, a laundromat for the guests, and their office. This place, too, was in disarray. There just wasn’t time to organize here and do the pool and keep up with the guests. However, Didi realized they didn’t have many guests lately. That, she decided,was a blessing. Fully booked would be too much to handle right now.
“Ugh, the air conditioning fan is busted. That’s why it’s making that noise.”
Didi hadn’t noticed. What she had noticed was the pile of bills. “What are we going to do with these?”
