Landlord

Always rushing. At least that's how it seems. So I decided to sit at Logan Square and stare blankly at the fountain and let my mind wander. I figured I'd do this for 5 minutes, since there needs to be a time limit on everything.

I ended up staring at the fountain for the better part of an hour. Thinking. Picturing. Wondering. I can't even remember the last time I did that.

So my landlord almost died and/or came *this close* to having his leg amputated. This is what happens when you let a MRSA infection take over your body. He pulled a pulled some strings and is surely spending a considerable amount of money to recover at home (via medical equipment in the apartment and a nurse that comes by every day). Yesterday, when Jordan came home, he found landlord standing at the door in an effort to get some fresh air. With a large contraption stuck to his waist to drain his wound and a look of death on his face, I wonder if Jordan asked, "How's it going?"

One thing that's always amused me about my landlord is the notion that he has spent time impersonating Elvis. That was the rumor anyway. Jordan had caught a glimpse of a flyer advertising his Elvis impersonating expertise which was being used for charity. When doing laundry, I heard, what sounded like, a grown man playing piano and singing along to The King but I never knew for sure....

Needless to say, I was delighted to find a flyer for landlord's Elvis impersonating skills taped to my door at 6 AM today. My neighbor must have found it and wrote a note saying, "I thought of you..." It made my day. Partially because I got to see the proof with my own to eyes. But also because I'd been worried about landlord and his recovery. The words "almost died" and "almost lost my leg" resonated with me after getting the informative text. Both in the "because I care about my fellow man kind" and also "because I'm self centeredly thinking about what would happen if I almost die and/or lose my leg."