I knew it would happen eventually.

People in the retirement community have been greeting me in the halls.
They know me as "new resident" since, with my permission,
my photograph was posted in a prominent place.
So they recognize my face, and they saw my apartment number on the photograph.

And for the first time today I encountered someone
whose welcome made me feel like, Oh, no, this one is clingy.
I dread clingy people. This one had a hovering quality,
and I just wanted to get away from her.

Today, however, my photograph has been removed, and replaced by
two photographs of even newer residents, as more people move in.
One of them is moving right next door to me.
I haven't met her, but I met her daughter who is helping her move in.

It was Father's Day here, and
the menu was roast beef, mashed potatoes, and apple pie
( although alternates were available). Filled me up.