I took the van to the shop -- I noticed a couple days ago that there was a lot of friction opening and closing my door -- to get a new hinge pin in my door. The one that's there is barely above the connections and the one on the other side is about an inch above. As long as they have it, they're doing the annual oil change and state inspection a month early.
I knocked on Luke's door to tell him the van would be gone. With his legal blindness, the block of white tells him it's there. He gets worried if it's gone too long and I don't know when I'll be getting it back. A bit later he knocked on my door because he dropped his scissors (deadheading flowers on his balcony railing) and I got them from my porch with my reacher. Last week he fell really loudly and I didn't hear him get up, so I called without an answer and then got my keys for his door and knocked. He answered -- he'd partially put the recliner foot in and leaned over too far to get something so the recliner fell on him -- and insisted he was okay. I think he should have his independence, but it worries me sometimes.