Happy Halloween

Walking around the complex yesterday morning, I noticed Apache had put up a Halloween display.

We don’t get any little trick or treaters, so why he went to the trouble I do not know -- especially since he did not have sufficient Halloween spirit to wear the costume he was so keeping secret to the brunch potluck.

We do have the children of our young Maintenance Supervisor living on the property, but seriously doubt they’ll trick or treat us. Poor things are pretty much kept inside and out-of-the-way which, being cooped up all day, can’t be much fun for the kids.

Up until a week or so ago, that family was living in the upstairs unit across the quad from me, driving their downstairs neighbor insane. She said the baby kept her awake with his all night crying, the toddler would jump off furniture onto the floor, causing photos on her wall to shake, and there were more than a few times I myself observed the three-year old out on the patio between 10:00 and midnight, slamming the patio door from one side to the other.

I guess the neighbors on that side finally made formal complaints because Maintenance Supervisor and his family were relocated to an upstairs unit in the office area, over the Game/Computer Room, where they cannot disturb anyone. Residents using the computers and playing pool say they can hear them, but that’s not a biggie – except the new Complex Manager’s office is also underneath that unit, which the noise may create a problem for her.

Maintenance Supervisor must have forgotten about that tool he parked on the patio, because it’s still there, and it looks like the child’s slamming of the patio door did some damage.

The window or screen appears to be off track, leaning a bit. Odd that he, the “Maintenance Supervisor”, doesn’t seem to be dedicated enough to his job to fix the problem.

He’s a nice enough guy, but walks around looking unmotivated and depressed all the time.

Their new unit doesn’t have an enclosed patio. The doors face each other, there's a porch in-between, but it really isn't a safe area for small children to play, so they even more cooped up inside than before.

Nurse Ratched long ago relocated the tenant occupying the unit to the left elsewhere on the property and moved in her then Assistant Manager. Many Assistant Managers later – because no one could work with Nurse Ratched for long, the woman who was in the position when Nurse Ratched was escorted off premises is still with us and now occupies that unit with her husband. To accommodate Maintenance Supervisor’s family, the long-time tenant of the unit on the right was relocated.

By the way, that Assistant Manager looks like a new woman since Nurse Ratched was disappeared. The Assistant had previously off/on become sick from all she’d had to swallow and the stress of displeasing Nurse Ratched. She now looks happy, healthy, unbothered, is always smiling.

Elsewhere on the complex, the garage damaged by car fire has been repaired – probably a long time ago, but I’m just now getting around to seeing the fix.

Also, Creepy Guy’s unit is being cleared. He’s been admitted to an assisted living facility and won’t be coming back. The fact he won’t be coming back makes us females breath a little easier, as he was a notorious harasser, did not take rejection well, and visited consequences upon those who dared to reject his advances – the very worst of which was the new tenant he had arrested and evicted because she was so incensed at his vulgar language towards her, after she’d rejected him, that she lost it and threatened to kill him with a box cutter.

Lastly, there was a recent walk-thru by management which nabbed a few patio violators, i.e., over the three plant limit, no pots under the plants, items attached to the railings, non patio type items on the patio. The new resident underneath me was made to bring her patio into compliance … somewhat.

The new Manager, much nicer than Nurse Ratched, told us at the last Residents/Management meeting that she’d bend the rule to allow more than three, but to make it look tidy and manageable so that she doesn’t get in trouble with her bosses, should they make inspection and spot it.

It appears the downstairs neighbor moved plants, flags, dream catcher into one location, away from the water heater closet and door to the storage area.

So that’s it for what’s happening here at the complex.

That’s also it for my favorite month. Even though the month of Halloween wasn’t as much fun as I’d expected, it still is my favorite. Tomorrow marks the first of Thanksgiving, my least favorite month.