Lotsa Rocks

No new and interesting painted rocks to show you, because it’s been too hot to go out looking in other areas of the complex.

I do know there is one less rock out there, because “You Rock” kept calling my name, I finally answered the call, nabbed it before anyone else could and added it to my collection.

Rocks have always called to me. 

I’ve been known to see a rock on the ground that looks interesting, pick it up, take it home — like one I picked up from the ground outside my now deceased Shaman’s home. I like to think that the rock, being so close to where he resided, holds some of his essence.

Then there are rocks I’ve seen, liked, purchased from Aromatherapy shops, when travelling to attend various Meditations Retreats. Not to mention rocks coworkers and friends picked up for me as a souvenir from their own travels — like a rock from the Sedona Vortex, a rock from the Mediterranean Sea, et al.

I even have a rock from One World Trade Center (OWTC) — the site where Twin Towers went down.

Twin 1 managed to sweet talked one of the OWTC construction workers into slipping a piece of the new building to her, as a souvenir for me, when she and a friend were vacationing in New York.

I hope the construction worker didn’t get fired, because he told her a lot of people asked for a souvenir, but to acquiesce would jeopardize his job.

Twin 1 talked him into it anyway, saying it was for her mom and was the only thing her mom had ever asked her for.

The construction worker tried to be discrete in slipping to her, but others saw and were asking her “What did he give you?”.

These many years, since the Towers fell, construction on OWTC began and was completed, I think about that construction worker every time I handle the rock and feel guilty, hoping this one rock didn’t cost him his job.

Twin 2 sent me a photo of her A/C being repaired this morning.

You won’t believe how much the plumber is charging. Let’s just say the price is obscene, highway robbery.

I just hope the guys know what they’re doing, do it right, and are not one of those take the money and run companies.

I’ve always been a renter, never an owner, and this is one of the reasons why — I've never wanted to be responsible for repairs, putting myself in the position of being at the mercy of others to be trustworthy and reputable — landscapers, painters, plumbers, carpenters, all manner of home repair/maintenance services.

Though I have had problems getting owners/managers of leased apartments — including here at the senior complex, to respond in a timely manner to things that need taking care of, in the final analysis it is THEIR responsibility not MINE and they do eventually have to get it done, at no cost to me.

Not to mention ownership would make me feel trapped.

I don't move often and, when I do, it's always been for a valid reason, like moving to get the twins in a different school district, moving to get closer to a transportation line (when I had no car), being forced to move because of job merger and relocation, moving here to distance myself from family.

I'm a nester, I like to settle in one place, but with the option of moving on — when there's sufficient reason to go, without the hassle of having to do anything other than hiring movers.