Hello to all my thousands of readers. It’s been over a year since I bought the apartment building on West Wilson Avenue in Chicago. It’s taken me pretty much all this time to get settled. Last Spring I was still living in my old apartment by the lake on North Sheridan Rd. All the apartments in my new building were rented out, so I had to wait until August to move in. Meanwhile, I made some small improvements and repairs. I became very familiar with the bike trip from Sheridan to Wilson. I got on first name basis with my plumber. After my old lease ran out I rode the train out to LA to visit daughter Natalie, then camped out in Bucks County PA with my sister.
In August, I moved all my stuff from storage in the basement to the apartment on the third floor. It was exhausting even with hired help, friends of friends, who learned better than to come back a second time when I needed additional things moved up. I had expected to be out of boxes and reasonably well set up by October, but it has taken until now. I had major work done — fixing up the room in the enclosed porch, new siding in the back, extensive masonry repairs. I fixed up lots of things in the apartment myself, scraping and painting, screwing down the wood floors to squeak a little less. The entire Fall, the dining room looked like a storage room in the back of a hardware store.
I bought a chandelier, carpets and furniture. I had things well enough in hand to have family visit for Christmas. Now in January I finally have all my boxes put away, my pictures hung up, and furniture delivered. Here a photos for a grand tour.
















