The C-Word

Looking at this month’s activities, I see the C-word is back on the calendar ─ CRAFTS.

Listed as “Winter Craft”, I can’t even guess what that is, but slated for the 14th, 9:30 to 11:00, it’s early enough that I can attend before heading for the pain cave.

EXCEPT, the office does not open for business until 10:00, doors to the Community Room are not unlocked until 10:00 sharp AND I’ll be a monkey’s uncle if Activity Director EVER shows up as early as 9:30. We’ll be lucky if she shows up at a timely 10:00.

Nevertheless, I’ll show up for crafts, but not until 10 and see what happens.

Another C-word showing up on the calendar is Community Meeting on the 28th. Formerly titled Management/Residents’ Meeting, we’ve not had one of those since June of 2018 because, after they fired the manager we had at that time, it took an entire year for Corporate to find another sucker. That sucker quit a few weeks in, the one after that came all the way from Texas, but also soon quit. So now we have this new manager ─ with us only since mid-November. Hopefully he’ll last long enough to pull this meeting off.

He’s nice enough, respectful, cute but Apache and he have already crossed swords and, running into Apache this morning, they’re getting ready to cross swords yet again.

Evidently, Apache has been emailing new manager about complex issues, but it didn’t really hit the fan until just before Christmas, when Apache emailed the new manager about our needing security at night, because a car was stolen from the back lot and another car had been used for parts ─ someone stole the front grill off a Honda Civic. Also, Apache discovered a hole had been chopped in an empty garage, against a back wall, where entry could be made by an individual or individuals (to sleep perhaps). Apache had taken a photo of the hole, saying having such a way to enter the property from the mountain side was not safe for us.

Manager’s response was to say, “Don’t bother me anymore with what’s going on around here”.

OH SNAP!

Management can’t talk to Apache like this. He’ll take it from me and other residents, but management must tread lightly.

Inasmuch as this property is certified “Crime Free” and there are certain standards to be met in order to keep that designation, Apache contacted the agency issuing the certification about “crimes” occurring on the property ─ stolen car, vandalism of automobile and garage, need for security guard.

Sure enough, a representative from the agency showed up, did a walk through on the property, made some notations, and I expect some of what happened with that inspection will be discussed at the Community Meeting.

Corporate and management can’t be too happy about Apache reporting them, putting in jeopardy the crime-free certification, and whatever tax breaks comes with it.

The other thing likely to be discussed on the 28th is the New Year’s Eve Party.

I think those that attended are in trouble, might be forbidden to have another such party because there was alcohol ─ tequila and Rémy Martin (cognac).

There are seniors here who can’t drink. There are seniors here who shouldn’t drink. That would be, the 81-year-old who has the hots for Apache who, after taking a shot of tequila, ended up disrobing in the Community Room.

She took off her top. She took off her bra. Apache says he grabbed for his phone to take a photo by which time someone had rushed up and covered her with a wrap.

In a way, I’m glad I didn’t go. I won’t be one of the seniors on report. In another way, I’m sorry I missed it. Drunk seniors would have made some interesting fodder for the blog.