That’s what they call this region of the US, that and Down East, which is so freaking silly, because there’s nothing down about it, even if it is really east. I like my own term, Nostril of the Nation. But the Bold Coast works really well for me, too, because I grew up just north of the Gold Coast, on the Spaced Coast, or at least that’s what we always called it.
But I like boldness, always have, was e-chatting about it just the other day with family, online, and I like coasts, particularly the eastern one in the US, it’s got that Atlantic Ocean thing going on, and way up here, Down East, it’s got mountains and big trees, too, and it’s not so freaking hot and humid, not like that Gold Coast, or the Spaced Coast, both of which are also way, way too crowded now. The Gold Coast has been for a long time, maybe it's that lust for gold thing, and the Bold Coast is in fact, weather wise, just about perfect this time of year.
In the winter time, I imagine not so much.
After an afternoon and night here in this space I’ve decided that this used to be an old folks home, my host didn’t tell me that, but just the layout of it and, well, the way it feels, the ramp up to the entry that dominates the entrance at my end of the complex, the slight change of vibe and layout and such as one moves to the entry at the other end, and to use the word complex almost seems too big, because really, there are probably only twenty or thirty small “rooms” that have been turned into ten or so little suites, many empty and being modified, and the kitchen area I’m currently sitting in strikes as having not always been thus, kitcheny, more likely a room more like the one I sleep in, next door, on the other side of the shared bath, which has its handholds and such.
It just feels like a skilled or assisted living space, perhaps both, the two sides thing, particularly when I sit in the recliner with a throw over my legs to keep the chill off, I feel like a feeble little old lady who sits in a recliner with a throw over her legs all day. It's a little disconcerting.
That and the fact that an ER doc I think owns it or at least is in partnership on it, methinks the former, because he does lots of the work himself, even some “maid” work, mostly because the service he’d hired wasn’t good, but certainly lots of grunt work himself, as yesterday he hauled mattresses in and out, (he offered me a new(er) one, as the brand new one I slept on is noisy, and it is, a noisy mattress, not the springs, not the bed frame, but the mattress, odd that), but he also hauled stuff out to the dumpster, lots of stuff recyclable and not dumpster material at all, sad that, worked pretty hard all afternoon before taking off for 8 days duty at a hospital out of town, thank goodness he's got a PA to mostly do the night shifts for him, or so he says.
ER docs often travel from place to place. So do nurses, etc. It’s one of the perks of a life in healthcare, you’re needed everywhere, and can travel, if that’s your thing. He told me that I’m his first Airbnb, that he has mostly rented longer term to visiting nurses and hospital employees, but also to some other locals into efficiency living, and visitors for the longer term, too.
My neighbors here are a med tech, night shift supervisor at the local hospital, exactly the job I once had, a PA, very pretty, very friendly with my host, my host, occasionally, when he’s in town here, whose father was president of the university from which I earned my second BS and doctorate during most of my time there, met the guy more than once, a guy who retired a year or so before I left there for good, my host a guy who now works at the same hospital I worked at, in Tempe, three thousand miles away, all world and all that, and two young men on a mission.
Literally. I knew it the minute I saw them, and I saw them pretty soon after I got here, because when I got here was a mess, the space I’d rented was a mess, livable, but I’d have had to do an hour or more of housework to just put it in order, and I was tired, and the woman who “might” be home when I got here and could help wasn’t, and as soon as I contacted my host he was super apologetic because he knew what a mess it was, he put me in another, and it's smaller, but faces east and not west, I like that, but the two young men were out there where I got here, and I asked if they lived here and they said yes, but they knew nothing and could not assist in my dilemma, and so you might wonder how I knew they were on a mission, and I’ll tell you.
They were of an age, somewhere in the out of high school and maybe in college or maybe not yet age range, like, 18-22. The were dressed in just such a way, in dress slacks and white shirt, maybe even ties. The haircuts were similar, and short, super well groomed. One had an acoustic guitar he was applying decorations of some kind to, spraying with something stinky, some kind of sealant perhaps, and when I inquired, they were super polite, nice kids. I bet I could tell you what their underwear looked like.
Latter Day Saints, out saving souls, or trying to at least. My host confirmed it for me. You can look the underwear thing up.
Today I will explore the Bold Coast; I'm not sure why it's called that, perhaps I'll find out. It’s a beautiful day, and my host suggests I’ll like it. I think so, too.