Management — offices still closed, posted notices of Patio Inspections this week.
The world is struggling with a pandemic and management is concerned about residents being in compliance with no more than three plants, each not to exceed 50 pounds, on the patio?
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Then there’s the Census.
I received my packet just as the lockdown began and, again, with the world as we knew it seeming to come to an end, I had more important things on my mind than completing the census.
I shredded it.
THEN, a few weeks later, I received a reminder with the caveat “You are required by law to respond”.
Oh ffs, arrest me, thought I and into the shredder went the threat.
In yesterday’s mail was another complete Census packet, also a priority mailer. The mailer was from the guy who makes the glitter masks.
I opened it and began jumping up and down with glee, like a little kid.
A gift giver that keeps on giving. I didn’t ask for this mask, I didn’t order it, he just sent it and I love it.
When all is said and done, I’m going to have to make a special trip to Los Angeles to meet this young man.
I was all matchy matchy on my way to the Pain Cave this morning, because I accessorized with my rainbow hair buff.
And speaking of the Pain Cave, since yesterday, I keep finding myself glancing out the window, looking at the patio, gauging as to whether the space is suitable for working out, because I’m getting one of those feelings again of knowing something is going to happen before it happens.
This time the feeling I’m getting is Trainer’s studio might not survive reopening, due to Trainer and his partner (he has one who works with groups) not being able to hold group sessions.
Early on in our relationship, Trainer had said, “I’m very fond of you. If something happens where you can’t make it to the studio, I’d come to you”.
My thought about that was how sweet. Then I thought about 1) how the Illusive Unfriendly downstairs neighbor would complain about the noise and 2) management would never allow us to work out on the grounds, but now I find myself looking at the patio, determining what exercises could be done in the limited space.
Trainer has said nothing to me indicating the studio might not survive but, if it happens, I’ll take him up on coming to me and we’ll do what we can on the patio if he doesn’t come up with another location.
As for that Census … timing is everything. I still feel the census bureau should not have been harassing citizens with their survey, when so much was going on. But now that there’s toilet paper and paper towels back on the market shelf, I felt a little more hopeful there might be a future to make the Census relevant, logged onto the laptop and completed the thing.
It took less than 5 minutes.
I still feel it was an inopportune time for a Census, but had I known it took so little time to complete, I probably would not have been so irritated and resistant.