The Wind, a Drive, and a Letter

Woke up yesterday annoyed with the world because I didn’t feel sufficiently rested. It was Monday already and my weekend felt just so short.

Time is moving way too fast, thought I. There’s just not enough weekend in the weekend, lamented I.

Imagine my surprise and relief when, after laying out workout clothes, running bathwater, I logged onto the computer and learned yesterday was Sunday not Monday.

No wonder the weekend felt so short.

At any rate, after a do nothing, nowhere to go Sunday, I was feeling well rested when I woke up this morning, much better prepared for another week of life, i.e., workouts and errands.

First errand was, after the Pain Cave, to drive 25 miles to the mall to pick up beauty products I’m running low on. 

Since I can no longer trust USPS, I had to set my order for curbside pickup, rather than mail. Wind was kicking up so hard, I didn’t feel safe driving the freeway, so I drove the streets all the way up and back, which made for a long drive, but it’s done.

Returning to the complex, I ran into Apache, whom I filled in on photos having turned up ... twelve days after having been delivered to the wrong box, but at least they turned up.

”That’s nothing”, said Apache. “I found packages placed on top of the mailbox ledge, right out in the open, and had to go tell the people that they’d better get down there and pick them up”.

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?

Returning from the Pain Cave on Friday, I’d actually seen a package on top of the mailbox ledge. I almost took a photo, but I was tired from the workout, my phone was deep in my workout bag, the package wasn’t for anyone in my quad so, not feeling like doing a good deed that day, I didn’t get involved.

The fact that Apache saw this dereliction of mail carrier duty as well, plus additional packages, indicates we’d better get used to it. It’s our new normal and looks like that long drive was the right thing to do.

Apache went on to say he was happy to have run into me because he needed a favor ... that Bicycle Boy and management are double teaming him with Bicycle Boy spreading rumors that Apache has threatened him, management with sticking the lawyers on him about posting to what management says was their website.

If you long time readers will recall, that came up way back in April 2020, and I used managements b.s. as an excuse to get out from under being administrator to the Residents’ Volunteer Activity Committee's facebook page and deleted it.

If, as management says, the page was theirs then where is it? How did it get deleted?

Lawyers are once again involved ─ management’s lawyer and Apache’s lawyer, so Apache asked if I’d provide a letter for his attorney explaining the nexus of that page and how management had nothing to do with it.

No problem. The letter has been written, signed and is ready for delivery to Apache’s attorney.

Apache had better hand-carry, rather than depend on USPS to deliver, but I’ve got copies ... just in case.

Former legal secretary that I am, it’s a whole two pages and designed to make management look like the fools they are.

No end in sight to the drama between Apache and Bicycle Boy, between Apache and Management.

On that long drive back to the complex, while stopped at a light, a house caught my attention.

Is it just me, or do the planks painted blue make it look like that area doesn’t belong to the same house? I was thinking white would have blended in, looked less jarring.

It’s terrible to have your home located on a corner, by a traffic light, where folks have nothing better to do than judge you for curb appeal or lack thereof. LOL.