Well DUH!

On Friday, there was yet another notice posted to our doors from management.

This one letting us know the Game Room (pool table) is now open, with reserved time slots, distance and masks required.

Also, the Computer Lab is open ─ masks and social distancing there as well.

The Library, however, is closed “until further notice”.

That’s interesting. Guess it’s a contamination issue, but it does bring up a conundrum ─ what to do with future book donations since we can’t add them to our library and I’m assuming the public library won’t be accepting them from now on.

Past, current and future fallout from this pandemic seems endless.

Included in the notice was a one-page insert with big bold letters indicating MAILBOX ATTEMPTED BREAK INS.

Well, DUH!

Management left one side of the gate unrepaired ─ wide open for over a week. Did they not think some someone was going to seize the opportunity to walk right in and commit a crime? We’re lucky that trying to get into the mailboxes was all that happened.

Now management is advising we pick up mail every day (leave nothing to be stolen) because of “attempted break ins past couple days” ... those “past couple days” undoubtedly being since the gate has been open. DUH!

We’ve not had any problems with breaking into the mail boxes since 2018.

It couldn’t be proved, but those of us in the know knew it was Carol’s drug addicted problem son. (For you long-time readers, Carol being the resident whose little grandson wanted to play PokemonGo with me).

Carol’s problem son so hassled her, so caused disturbances when he visited ─ blaming Carol for his being homeless and addicted, not helping him, not taking care of his grown ass (Evidently, it’s not just daughters that don’t accept consequences of their own actions, it’s sons as well) that he was banned from the property, but kept sneaking back and poor Carol didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

The stress and worry of it all caused Carol’s health to decline. There was not a specific health problem, it was just that Carol’s energy and joy of life went down, she began keeping to herself and, first thing we knew, she passed away seemingly overnight ... during a time her son was found to be present in her unit, when he should not have been as he'd been banned.

Suspicious?

You bet.

After Carol passed away, her problem son set up camp in the hills behind the complex, would continue to be caught roaming the property, chased off ─ usually by Apache, and then one day disappeared from the area altogether ... right after the mailboxes were broken into.

2018 Mailbox Damage

Guess, he’d finally gotten what he was after.

At any rate, we’ve had no problems since ... that is until the gate was left open. DUH!

Heading out on Saturday, I saw management finally did something about it.

Both sides of the gate are functioning properly ... for now, but we’re not taking any bets on how long before it malfunctions again, because it’s been one thing after another with that gate, and elsewhere on the property, ever since this management group took over the property, did that “complete renovation” with cheap labor and cheap materials.

You get what you pay for.

So now I’m off for a little walk around the neighborhood, after which I’ll be watching granddaughter’s wedding, streaming online.

Just what I need ... more relatives. Plus, the couple are already talking about having children.

I may have to leave the country.