Oakley Is My New Home

Earlier this week, I traveled to Cincinnati to view the model for my new apartment, and I love it. Get this, there is even a dishwasher in the kitchen!

Also, I will have a balcony if I'm lucky, and these days, lambchops, I am one lucky cuss.

Also I got to see my lovely great-grandson Brody, and he is gorgeous. Like all of my mama's babies, he has a head full of hair!

He was very serious out in the sunshine and couldn't take his eyes away from his mama, and it was the sweetest thing I ever saw.

Shelby is able to talk to me and relate to me like none of the others are ever able to.

It was good to hug her and see her holding her baby and that she is so happy. That is a magnificent sight!

So, I learned this week that if you are the squeaky Gigi, you will get the vaccine (or the grease)! I asked over a month ago when the Sayre Christian Village folks were getting vaccines if we were going to get 'em here at Rose Tower. The landlady laughed at me...but! Tuesday when I came in from seeing the baby, the manager was still here and it was nighttime and I knew something was up. She asked me if I saw the signs and I told her no, but she pointed out to me that we indeed ARE getting the vaccine! Therefore, on Tuesday, March 9th, my entire tower full of old neighbors will get a vaccine in their arm.

It is a wonderful thing. I am so glad that I am like my Grandma Tommy! Like Tommy, I complained as if Jif had changed their peanut butter formula and knew that with Jim Gray in charge of the Covid plan, he would get vaccines in as many people as he could right away.

Here's a great score for Kentucky finally.

Peace to all, Kimmy