Sunday, October 24, 2021

Got Er Done

It was March 2, 2020 when I participated in the in-person Shamrock 5K. On March 11, 2020, the WHO declared COVID-19 a global pandemic, and that was it for me with in-person run/walks until this morning’s Mission Inn 5K, which turned out to be a great success.

I arrived at the start line after the first of three waves had taken off — the Half Marathon Group was first, then my 5K was scheduled, after which the 10K folks would go, and it was high energy and a sea of participants at the start line for us 5K people.

There were costumes.

Chewbacca from Star Wars

Family of Bananas

I’d thought about going in costume, but decided not. I wanted to just blend in.

The route was killer — mostly asphalt all the way, and rocky beat up asphalt at that — the kind that if you’re not careful how your foot lands, you can hurt yourself, twist an ankle or break a bone in your foot, be out of commission for many months (bone spur, been there done that because of a bad road).

Getting this rail car (donated to the City of Riverside) to this site may be one of the reasons the road is chewed up.

Union Pacific 6051

Also possibly contributing to the damaged roadway, is this memorial to the workers and soldiers that built and operated the amphibious tank LVT-(A)-1 in World War II.

So there was the treacherous roadway, and there were hills — three, maybe four.

I don’t mind an incline, but hills are brutal. However, all the work I’ve done with trainer — building up strength and stamina, enabled me to rise to the occasion, while managing to maintain a pace of 20:33 per mile, finishing in 01:03:49, 5th in the Age Group 75-79.

The computer calculated my Overall as 1,020th of 1,158, 535th Female of 637, which is all good and well — except I was essentially last in my age group. I attribute that to the fact that, while I saw other seeming to be older folks walking fast/focused/determined as if their lives depended on it, I myself was moseying along, taking in the scenery, stopping to snap photos.

Bib and Medal No. 71

There’s supposed to be a commemorative tee in that photo, but the tees are currently stuck on a boat in the Long Beach Harbor — part of that supply chain backup you’ve been hearing about in the news. Shirts will be mailed to us at a later date.

There were plenty of vendors selling this, that, the other at the event, even some freebies. I’d not planned on buying anything, but then this called my name.

Jesus should have come first, but the message has me written all over it, so I purchased in black — pink is NOT my color.

All in all a fun event, and though another year of life is not promised, I’m looking forward to tackling the killer route next year.

There's always so much to see at in-person 5Ks that it's easy to reach 10,000 steps without even trying. And so it was, I logged in 10,429 steps at the 5K, and over 8,000 the day before at package pickup.

Friday, October 22, 2021

Getting My Act Together, Taking it on the Road

I probably shouldn’t have, but I skipped Tuesday and Thursday’s training walk around the university’s campus. Instead, I did laundry, grocery shopping, meal prep, deciding what to take, what to wear and checking route directions in preparation for participating in this weekend's in-person 5K.

In my younger years, a weekend away entailed the clothes I had on my back, a toothbrush, change of undies. My luggage could fit in a paper bag. Food was meals out or room service.

Now a simple overnight stay is a major production — makeup, reading glasses, driving glasses, meals that won’t irritate my gut that can be warmed up in a hotel room with no kitchen by wrapping in foil, then pressing down on with the hotel’s hot iron, a container with my own coffee, a container with my own filtered water, blood pressure medication, and pain sprays/patches in case my knees, feet or hip end up aching after the race, or I pull out my back carrying luggage up/down stairs (it has happened). Now, of course, there's the extra added pandemic precaution of taking antiseptic wipes and sprays.

Such is life's progression.

At any rate, that’s what I’ve been up to last few days.

Yesterday was Day 1 of the first wave of inspections. Today is Day 2. I’ve not seen any persons walking around, seeming to be checking units, but I have seen a slew of cars parked outside, so they are here.

Perhaps Phase 1 is checking management’s records-keeping and, Phase 2 — October 25 through 29, is when they’ll be checking units.

We’ll see.

I should come away from this weekend with some interesting pics to post. Not just of the race, where I think I’ll see quite a few runners wearing Squid Game track suits, but also of the area around the famous, possibly haunted, Mission Inn.

BTW I forgot to mention that, when I ran into the Talker the other day, she'd said "I like your snowman".

"What snowman?" asked I.

She pointed to the candy corn witch on my patio and said, "That one".

I had no words because, if she couldn't tell the difference between a snowman and candy corn, why waste my time explaining.

Tuesday, October 19, 2021


Having received a notice to be out by the 31st, because she’s been deemed over-income, I was surprised to run into the Talker this morning, looking like she had all the time in the world.

"Did you find a place?" asked I.

"I did, but now I don’t have to move. I was prepared to sign the lease tomorrow, but he (the Tyrant) just told me I didn’t have to move. There was a mistake in the paperwork. I can stay as long as I like".

What the heck is going on here?

I, who thought for sure I’d be kicked to the curb for being over-income, was told I don’t have to worry, it doesn’t apply to me. Now, after the Talker was put to the trouble of preparing for a move, she’s been told she can stay as long as she likes.

The reason she was given for this turnabout was that a mistake, in the paperwork, occurred at the Corporate level.

I doubt that.

The mistake … if there was a mistake, is more likely to have been made closer to home — in our own front office.

So anyway, I’m glad for the Talker, I’m relieved for myself, but there are some kind of shenanigans going on.

Logging into Candy Crush this afternoon, I see they’d changed one of their candies into jack-o-lanterns.

Cute, but doesn’t make passing the level any easier.

Not so cute, but scary fun if one does a lot of inside decorating for Halloween, is the peel and stick grate wall decal that popped up in my feed.

What would be hilarious, but wrong, is for someone to stick the decal to the side of a random building. Hide, then watch as passersby's freak out.

On another note, responding to JanF’s comment that she was amazed I could get three striped candy corn colors on my smaller toe nails … Jan, it’s accomplished by using wedge shaped nail sponges.

First, I paint my nails white. Once that’s dried, I paint tiny stripes on the sponge for the smaller nails, press and swipe the sponge across the nail; larger stripes for larger nails, press and swipe.

Easy peasy.

Monday, October 18, 2021

Okay Monday, Let’s Do This!

I’m finding that, just as Monday was my least favorite day of the week when I was in the workforce (for obvious reasons), now that I’m retired, Monday is STILL my least favorite day of the week.


Because Monday brings with it the grind of starting all over — things I must do, places I must go; while weekends, when I do get time to myself, are so carefree/unscripted.

I did have Sunday to myself — took a nice long bubble bath, caught up with a few recorded television programs, gave myself a fresh manicure/pedicure.

Then I checked out an app that Mistress Maddie did a post on a while back — Reface, where one can swap their face with faces on magazine covers, in movie scenes, shows, gifs, etc.

After investigating the app, to make sure it was safe, I downloaded and chose to insert myself into the highly popular Netflix series The Squid Game.

Based on the children’s game Red Light/Green Light — which game I remember rushing home from elementary school in time to catch Engineer Bill on television, calling out “Red Light/Green Light” as I tried to keep up while drinking milk or water, the Squid Game takes that harmless game to another level.

Hundreds of contestants who have a financially challenging past, all looking to test their skills and their strength in the hopes of winning a large sum of money, enter a contest — at the helm of which is a terrifying doll that recites the name of the game over and over.

Standing next to a tree, the doll turns its back, whereupon the players can move towards the doll (green light). HOWEVER, when the doll spins around to face the players, the contestants must freeze immediately (red light), or risk getting fatally shot.

I played around with the app and this what I came up with ….

Me as the horrifying doll

Me as a player who (supposedly) did not fare well

Later, seeing a friend had posted that, after viewing Squid Game, she'd never play red light/green light ever again, I'd commented with my doll photo "Don't worry. I'll let you cheat".

That garnered a lot of LOL's, questions as to how I did this, and a request to make myself a player described as “The Crazy Girl”.

There’s not a lot of Squid Game on Reface, but there was that.

So, that's how Sunday ended ... on a high note.

Waking up this morning, I find this .....

Two other friends had joined in on the fun.

So at least this Monday started off with a ROFLMAO!!!

I can't help but wonder how Engineer Bill would react to Squid Game, seeing how his wholesome red light/green light has been turned into terror and horror; but thanks Mistress, for turning me onto this fun app.

Saturday, October 16, 2021

I'm No Karen ... Right?

After a week of upping my game by working out with trainer Monday, Wednesday, Friday and getting steps in Tuesday and Thursday at the university, the plan for Saturday and Sunday was to go nowhere, see no one, do absolutely nothing.

Life is just not fair. A woman my age should not have to work that hard to stay fit, or so I told trainer, who wasn't very sympathetic. LOL.

No such luck on going nowhere, seeing no one, doing absolutely nothing today.

The optometrist called. My new glasses were ready.

An email arrived from a merchandiser. My order arrived, was ready for pickup.

I didn’t remember ordering anything from that merchant, but okay. It’ll be a surprise.

So, today turned out to be a one and done day in that, since I had to go out, let’s get everything done so I’ll at least have Sunday to myself.

Picked up the glasses, picked up the package — which turned out to be a food organization system I saw on TikTok, advertised as keeping veggies fresher longer (I was surprised, pleasantly, because I was looking forward to trying it out, but then had totally forgotten I ordered it), and finished with a stop by Sprouts.

I don’t do designer wear. My favorite designers are Target, Walmart, Torrid … except for when eyewear is involved.

For some reason, only frames from designers like Dior, Prada, Armani draw my attention and, this time, I channeled Iris Apfel and left the optometrist’s office with three Celine’s — one for computer/tv, one for close up needlepoint work, the third a progressive pair for everyday wear.

Driving away from the optometrist, I spotted a business with my name on it, albeit spelled differently.

If I didn’t have trainer, a gym just for women would be something I’d consider. Only, this one is too far a drive.

I kinda sorta turned into a Karen at Sprouts.

I always check the dates on whatever foods I purchase, and I’m amazed at how many shoppers I see not checking dates.

Picking up a carton of Eggland’s Organic brown eggs, seeing the date of 10/14, I put it back, picked up another carton.

Ditto 10/14, put it back.

Pulled out another —10/12.

Seeing a young woman stocking the refrigerated section, I didn’t approach as a total Karen with “Let me see your manager”. Instead, I was a nice Karen, saying “Excuse me miss. Your eggs are dated 10/14 and 10/12. Today is 10/16. Can you help me find eggs that are not expired?”

She was quite nice, went to the back, pulled out two 10/30’s for me.

Still cutting it close to expire before I get to, but better.

I’m surprised at Sprouts pulling something like that — expired eggs, but I’ve no doubt those eggs will remain in the case, waiting for someone to come along, who will pull, walk away, pay for, without having checked the date.

The person won't die or get sick. Expired eggs are still okay to eat. For me, it's just the point that I'm paying for fresh.

Also at Sprouts, picking up red bell peppers, I spotted something I had to try — Striped Red Peppers.

I’ll roast them in olive oil and add to breakfast potatoes. Maybe eat some raw, to see if they taste differently than regular reds.

With everything done, I’m looking forward to at least being able to rest/relax tomorrow, Sunday, so I’ll have the energy to face another week of the same ol same ol come Monday.

Friday, October 15, 2021

That’s Three of Us

Neighbor across the quad, corner unit, has been struck by the Halloween bug.

There's a spiderweb with baby spiders, a giant spider on the rail, couple ghosts, a window backdrop and, whatever that is over to the right I do not know, but it's not Halloween related.

That makes three of us out of eight in the quad (myself, Next Door Neighbor, the above neighbor). Insofar as the entire complex is concerned, all 178 units, I’m told there are only one or two elsewhere.

Some residents are too feeble and weak to be hanging up decorations. As for the others … oh well.

The lack of spirit around here doesn’t diminish my Halloween Spirit and, evidently, not that neighbor’s late spirit either.

I was locking the patio window last night when I caught a glimpse of flickering lights and decorations on her patio.

Oh goodie, thought I.

Throwing on a jacket, I headed out to check out the display, videotape it. Didn’t realize she was in the process of setting it up, until she made her presence known and asked my opinion on which light setting to use.

She's worried that the display doesn't fit the Tyrants parameters of  "family friendly". I told her we'd never been told that before, so ignore him.

So, unless there are other late participants, this quad is as lit as it’s gonna get.

My recertification appointment was 3:15 this afternoon.

The Baker was correct — it was earned income only, so I’m reupped for another year ...  don’t have to worry about packing up, don’t have to worry about paying a ridiculous sum for rent elsewhere.

In fact, when I asked Assistant Manager what the limit is for me, she said, “You don’t have to worry about that. It doesn’t apply to you. You’ve been over income for five years already”.


I still don’t understand how it works — especially with the Talker having to move out, but Assistant Manager explained it as only applying to new people and people coming in under the department of Housing and Urban Development. She didn’t use the words that I’m “grandfathered in”, but I gather that’s what she means.

At any rate, recertification is a done deal, a load off my mind, and I supposedly don’t have to worry about qualifying or not next year.

Prior to the session, I vacillated all week, and right up to when I was sitting in a chair in the Assistant Manager’s office signing paperwork, as to whether I’d give management a heads up that the repairs I’d requested had not yet been taken care of OR let them be roasted by the inspectors.

Not sure which way I’d go, I decided — whether or not my recertification went through, to wait for a sign during the meeting — something being said that would sway me to one side or the other.

That sign came when Assistant Manager had me fill in areas on paperwork a year or two old, because she’d failed to have me write-in this that the other on those old forms, saying the upcoming inspection included her files.

So, I said, “You’ve got worse problems than that, because the repairs I requested have not yet been taken care of”.

"We’re going to get to that. The guys are going around now, making repairs in the order they were requested. That’s why they’re so busy." Then with a worried look on her face she said, "I hope they can get to this".

Meaning … before the inspectors get here.

As for "in the order they were requested", my request was made early September, which means there are work orders they are now busting their butts to take care of before the inspectors check the maintenance logs, that were placed before September.

This last-minute pressure, on the part of maintenance, could have been avoided had everyone just done their job in the first place, rather than ignore.

The work orders they do manage to clear up, they'll probably backdate the date completed, to hide evidence of their ineptitude.

Evidently, management was given no advance notice the inspection was coming, until it was.

I love it.

Thursday, October 14, 2021

Not Exactly What I Had in Mind

Jan made quick work of creating a candy corn rock. I saw it when I headed out for the pain cave yesterday.

Not exactly what I had in mind — I was thinking along the lines of a rock with white, orange and yellow going all the way around, like candy corn, but okay.

The po po were guarding the campus parking lot today.

Made me nervous about parking, especially when I noticed student cars did have a blue sticker posted to their windshields, indicating they’d paid for parking for the month and/or a paper receipt indicating they’d paid for parking that day.

Not normally a rule breaker, I nevertheless took a chance, parked, did 4,200 steps 1.40 miles, and got away without being dragged from the car, beaten and jailed for parking without a sticker while Black.

Not sure I’ll risk it again. May go back to off-site parking, so I can spend more time on campus, walk further, without worrying about getting busted.

As Barbara had commented in a previous post, about what I’d see the kids doing or wearing, sure enough, I wasn’t even out of the parking lot when I spied what looked like unnecessary abuse of a stuffed animal.

The Halloween car seemed a fun idea.

I took note of what the kids were wearing on campus and, surprisingly, they were dressed like normal people their age — jeans, some with ripped knees, tees, shirts, jackets, no one trying to stand out by dressing ostentatiously. Everyone blending in.

Insofar as places to go for snacks, the students have a restaurant on campus, a Starbucks!, sushi place, pizza joint, Einstein Bagel shop, and probably more places I did not see.

I really miss bagels but, not able to digest wheat or flour, bread in any form is out of the question.

There’s even a daycare facility on campus.

All in all, it’s an interesting place to walk, while I train for the upcoming 5K.

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Young People Everywhere

Waking up this morning, laboring under the assumption today was Saturday, I saw Robin and George were hosting Good Morning America. There was a moment when I thought Odd, they don’t usually host weekends, but then went on with my morning ritual.

Since it was Saturday, and the weather looked good for walking, I suited up and headed to the college campus to put in a few miles.

Seeing what looked to be students walking towards the campus, and more cars than usual on the road headed that way, Must be something special going on, ran through my head. Should be a good day for taking photos of whatever it is.

Coming up on the entrance, seeing the parking lot full of cars, it suddenly dawned on me  — today is not Saturday ... it's only Tuesday ... classes are in session.

Oh well, I’m here, said I to myself. So, I pulled into where I usually park on Saturdays, checked around to see if anyone looked like they were putting tickets on cars that did not have a parking sticker.

Not seeing parking enforcement, I figured I could do a quick mile and a half, be back before parking enforcement got around to my car — if parking enforcement still existed, which it did before the pandemic.

Walking a loop that logged in at 1:39 miles, 3,583 steps (way short of 10,000, Mike), I arrived back at the car — no ticket.

This thinking today was Saturday turned out to be a fortuitous error. Now that I know I can walk the campus during the week, when class is in session, lots of people around, no safety worries, I’ll be doing weekday walks more often, while this good weather holds up  — Tuesdays and Thursdays at least, relax at home on Saturdays.

Monday, October 11, 2021

The Haunted House

Headed to the pain cave this morning, I saw new painted rocks along my pathway — Halloween themed painted rocks.

Jan was supposed to be in hospital, having knee surgery. However, catching up with her upon my return from the cave, she tells me she was admitted, they found her kidney count too high, postponed the surgery, sent her home.

Since she’d doing Halloween themed, I asked if she could do one to look like candy corn.

She’s going to try.

That should be cute.

I suggested she make more than one because, "If I see a candy corn rock, I’m taking it". LOL.

Running late, I drove, rather than walked to the pain cave and, on the way out of the driveway, I spied what looked like a Haunted House going up across the street.

I can make out black tarp over the windows to make it dark inside, a door covered in Halloween print, and something over to the left that looks like Halloween graffiti — definitely a haunted house going up.

I don’t like to be frightened, so I won’t go in but, once it opens, I will check out the goings/comings.

Should be fun.

That is … IF IT OPENS, because Big Linda is probably having a cow, right this minute, calling the police and every kind of agency there is, to protest.


Because that’s what Big Linda does.

Big Linda is retired military, tries to drill sergeant everyone in and around the complex … regulating what can and cannot be done.

She’s actually been quiet and subdued since the shutdown but, her unit being directly across the street from that building, she took issue when it was a pot dispensary — even though it caused us no problems, and called the police numerous times seeking to have it shut down.

It finally was shut down and has been unoccupied since 2017.

In fact, it wasn’t just shut down, but raided after an investigation deemed the business to be "illegal in the city" and "housing a pot farm inside".

At any rate, for Big Linda to see the building reopen — even for a limited time as a haunted house, is going to stir her up again.

When I returned to the complex, there was a notice on the door about yet another inspection. This one by an agency that’s involved in making sure the property is “In compliance with the federal tax credit program and all applicable regulatory restrictions”. The regulators will be looking at units on October 21-22, then again 25-29.

Inasmuch as previous inspections were one day, only a few random units looked at, with this one being over days and days, I'm thinking ... could corporate and management be in trouble? Are they being investigated? Does this mean ALL units will be inspected, including mine?

Management has asked that, pre the regulators coming in, we “Please confirm that all fixtures are working properly”.

Are they serious?

All fixtures sure as hell are not working properly, so here’s my dilemma … At my recertification appointment, I was going to put in a 4th request to have the broken bedroom blinds replaced and for management to fix the light being out in the refrigerator.

Now, I’m thinking I should be petty … not make a 4th request, but take a chance that these regulators will check my unit, see the blinds, see the light out in the refrigerator, give management a black mark towards being in compliance.

I’m leaning towards going down the petty route.

Would serve them right.

Saturday, October 9, 2021

The Witch Is In

After Next Door Neighbor joined in on the Halloween fun, I realized I didn’t even need the candy corn witch, but she was already on the way, arrived today, so set her up I did.

Plans to walk the university, or around the golf course today, were preempted when I woke up feeling drained of energy.

Because I empath, an energy drain generally signifies family drama going on — something happening with either Twin 1 or Twin 2. I don’t generally feel the grandkids.

Whatever it is, I hope it gets handled without involving me. We all have to individually work our way through this maze called life.

At any rate, there was no outside walking today, but I did manage to do 30 minutes on the indoor bike, which got the blood flowing, made me feel better.

Well enough to head to the corner market … where the security guard is, for items I’ve been unable to find at the other market, or Sprouts, or Trader Joe’s — like jasmine brown rice, gluten free bisquick, and Ore-Ida frozen diced potatoes. After all, I rationalized, today is Saturday, he can’t possibly work Monday through Friday AND weekends.


As I was exiting the car, I saw him, over to the left, slowly walking from his truck back to the store. He sped up when he saw me, but I beat him inside.

Since I was there, I did all my grocery shopping, making sure to get three each of the things I can only find at this market, so I’d not have to return.

I managed to avoid all contact with Mr. Security Guard, saw him out the corner of my eye a few times, but pretended I didn’t, and lucked up upon exiting the store because Wheelchair Man had him trapped in a conversation.

Security Guard glanced up when he saw me heading for the door, but there is no getting away from Wheelchair Man when he visits the store and engages staff in conversation.

Seeing the frustrated look on security guard’s face, at being blocked in, I laughed all the way to the car.

What wasn't funny, but which I guess is a sad sign of how some of us are struggling ... the guy who bagged my groceries looked to be about 80 years old.

A reminder of how lucky I am to be retired ... not rich, but not in danger of becoming a Walmart greeter or a grocery store bagger ... at least not yet.

So there’s that.

Then there’s this.

Looks like a fun medal and tee to add to my collection, but it’s a Virtual, and I’m done with boring Virtuals, especially since in-person 5Ks are popping up.

I’ve already signed up for the Mission Inn 5K on the 25th.

I've always wanted to do this race, but traffic is bad that way and parking is worse but, after such a long time away from live events, I decided to go for it.

Not only will there be traffic and parking to deal with, but this race is going to be HUGHER than HUGH, a mad house, because it’s three races in one — a ½ Marathon, a 10K and a 5K.

My friend the Archeologist saw on Facebook that I’d registered for the 5K portion, signed up herself, her son, her daughter and asked if I wanted to carpool.

"Sure" replied I, but then things got even more complicated.

We have to drive up the day before for package pickup, and I have to be fed, dressed and outside waiting for her by 6:00 AM race day, so we can find parking, and then stand around until after the start of the other two races, for our 7:30 start time.

Too much of a hassle for me, so I made it easy on myself by booking a nearby hotel, so I can beat traffic by arriving the day before, leave the car parked at the hotel, walk to/from package pickup, leave the hotel next morning at 7:15 AM, walk to 5K start location.

Notified the Archeologist of my change of plans. We’ll meet up at the site for photos.

I'm better on my own anyway. Prefer it so.

Friday, October 8, 2021

Feet Don’t Fail Me Now

I had to walk to the pain cave this morning … in the rain.

It all started yesterday, with a late-night knock on the door.

A friendly neighbor, a quad over, asked if I knew management had posted a Notice to Remove Vehicles, along both sides of the covered parking structure, which area includes my assigned spot, because a crew would be arriving 9 AM this morning to replace light fixtures.

No. I did not know and would not have known — had she not told me.

Too late to think about the chaos that was to ensue, with two rows of vehicles having no prior notice, scrambling to find a spot to relocate their cars without incurring the wrath of other residents by taking up their assigned spot, I thanked her for letting me know and went to bed.

Waking up this morning to the sound of rain, seeing it was still a little dark outside, dark enough that no one could clearly see my makeup free face (I’m vain that way), I threw on boots, a rain jacket, took an umbrella and went out to the parking lot to see if there was an available spot in visitor parking.

My lucky day, both spots — usually occupied, were open.

I moved the car to where I can safely park until work is scheduled to end at 4:30.

The offside of not having to scramble like the others will, is that I dare not move the car to get to the pain cave, as there will surely be no place to park when I return.

So, this morning, I walked to the pain cave in the rain … a mere two blocks, 0.25 miles, in 7 minutes.

No biggie one might think, inasmuch as I have no problem competing in 5K walks except, after a workout, I can’t count on my legs getting me back from point A to point B.

It was shortly after I began working out with trainer when I had the bright idea of walking the mere two blocks, just for the purpose of extra steps. That was the day trainer, saying “I’m going to push you a little”, upped the pounds on the slam balls and threw in a new weight bearing leg exercise.

It was a little tough, but I handled it and walked out feeling good.

However, just a few steps outside the studio, reality began to set in. My lower limbs began to revolt ─ the sides of my legs, from hips to ankles, began to ache and my knees nearly buckled.

Through sheer force of will, I made it back to the complex, but it was touch and go all the way.

I’m happy to report my feet did not fail me this morning. There’s been much improvement since the last time I tried to walk to/from the pain cave. This time, walking back was a piece of cake, no effort at all. I even shaved a minute from the walk up, getting back in 6:59 minutes.

I may make walking a regular thing.

When I headed out for the pain cave, there were 12 cars still in their parking spots.

They either did not know or, like Next Door Neighbor (NDN), said to heck with management.

NDN was told about the notices same time friendly neighbor told me — she'd knocked on both our doors. But NDN said management didn’t do proper or timely notification, so she wasn’t moving her car until management called or knocked on her door.

When I returned from the workout, 11 cars were still in place, including NDN's car.

I'm guessing most were along the lines of not knowing, rather than, like NDN, giving management the hard time they richly deserve.

The crew putting in the new lighting are either going to have to work around those cars, hope they don’t damage any, or management is going to have to do what NDN is wanting them to do — check their records, see which cars need to be moved, who owns them, give that resident a call.

A lot of trouble for management to have to go through, but no one’s fault but their own incompetent selves.

Speaking of incompetence. It really chapped my hide yesterday, when I saw the two maintenance guys chillin and relaxing on the bench outside my window.

There they are, chilling and relaxing when, after three requests, there’s been no response to my reporting the light in the refrigerator is out, nor has there been a response to the request for replacement blinds in the bedroom, because the horizontal blinds not only do not match the verticals in other areas of my unit, but are so old that slats are crumbling and falling out.

I’m seriously beginning to think that, though I won’t like the hassle of moving, or paying rent that would render me house poor, it might be nice not to be so pissed off at management all the time.

No guarantee it will be much different elsewhere, but change might be good.

Thursday, October 7, 2021

7th of Halloween

Now that the candy corn window cling is up, it really does look like the sweet trap the wicked witch set up to lure Hansel and Gretel in.

Having cling left over, I asked Next Door Neighbor (NDN) if she wanted to be window twins and also use an extra box of lights (I over bought) on her patio.

She did indeed.

Only thing yet to be done is the candy corn witch. She flies in on the 17th.

NDN bemoaned the fact she doesn't have a Halloween door wreath, but then remembered she has an actual bag of candy corn in the cupboard. She’s going to hang it on the door as a wreath. LOL.

So in a sea of residents, so far it’s just us two getting with it.

The visuals are sure to lure in the grandchildren of downstairs neighbor to the right, when they stop by to show grandma their costumes. So, I’d better pick up some kind of treats.

If the kids are no-shows, I can leave the treats in the Community Room for the seniors.

Heading back to my unit, after detouring by the mailbox upon returning from the pain cave yesterday morning, who did I see sitting on the bench outside the Laundry Room but the usually mask less resident who recovered from Covid.

Of course, she was once again without a mask. And, of course, her words once again gave away her sense of guilt because, before I could even open my mouth to say hello, she said, “Your mask reminded me. I forgot my mask”.

"I forgot" is like a broken record with this woman.

Later that morning, I headed out to drop off trash.

I got all the way down the stairs and halfway to the dumpster before I realized I’d forgotten my mask.

I didn’t turn back, and I made it there and back without crossing anyone’s path, but now I know … "I forgot" can happen.

Sitting on the couch, looking around, perusing all I’d have to pack up if management deems me over income, is unnerving.

So unnerving that I’ve decided, except for essentials, not to unpack if there is a move. To henceforth live with bare walls and big items — like a bed, couch, table, TV, laptop, indoor bike, because packing/unpacking is just too stressful — mentally, emotionally, physically.

I ran into the Baker on Tuesday, told her I might be leaving and why …. That I’ve added up my sources of income and would just barely be within the parameters, but for the fact management includes what’s in my savings and checking, which puts me waaaay over.

I said it hardly seemed fair to include savings/checking because both come from the same pot of earned income.

The Baker clued me in on information that’s given me a glimmer of light. That glimmer being ONLY earned income and accrued interest is factored in.

I don’t think so, but I’ve never wanted to be more wrong in my life.

The Baker also also shared intel that I can bring up if management does include checking/savings …. That intel being, at one time, we had four millionaires living on the property.

She won’t say which millionaires are still living here, but she did say two have passed away.

One was Jeep Guy.

Long-time readers will recall him as the nice old guy who purchased a jeep just like mine, but whose active senior lifestyle was turned upside down by a broken pelvic bone, the result of a slip/fall in McDonald’s.

What ensued was not the $$$$$ I foresaw from a lawsuit but, instead, death through suicide, less than three months later, because he could not handle the pain and being dependent on others.

Turns out, he would probably not have sued McDonald’s anyway, because he was already a millionaire.

The Baker said she was actually present when he opened his safe, counted out the price of the jeep, went and paid cash for it.

The other millionaire was the senior with the beautiful singing voice, let's call her "The Voice".

Her death was sudden, unexpected. I’d seen her the day before, when she was talking about plans to babysit her grandchildren the next day. She was found deceased in the bathroom the next morning.

The Baker said she’d seen the Voice's bank account and "She had so much money that she could have lived anywhere”.

She went on to disclose that the Voice came from a well-heeled prominent family, and had a boyfriend who passed away, left her a Cadillac and his fortune. She'd sold the Cadillac, pocketed that cash and, when the Voice passed away, she was waiting for her portion of a $7 million inheritance that was in probate.

I asked why the Voice stayed here when she could have lived anywhere and lived well, to which the Baker replied, “She didn’t want to spend any of it”.

So, I guess Jeep Guy, the Voice, and the other two living here incognito, are like those we read about who appear to be poor, live frugally, but hoard/hide their wealth and, when they die, folks are surprised to learn they were wealthy.

I certainly was surprised, but it didn’t seem to have served either one well to hoard/live frugally. It didn’t buy Jeep Guy health after that fall, didn’t buy the Voice longevity, and they couldn’t take it with them.

As to how millionaires acquire units on the property in the first place, I can only guess they were locked in here before inheriting/becoming millionaires. How they remained after inheriting might be what the Baker said — earned income factored in, inherited money not, even though they had huge amounts in checking/savings.

I’ll find out which it is when I meet with Assistant Manager, submit my paperwork for recertification next week, but if it begins to look bad for me, you can bet I'll be asking questions.