Painted Rocks

Trainer has me laughing at his idiosyncrasies. Not just that he keeps moving the treadmill around, which is still parked close to the exit door, but that — even though I’m vaxxed and it’s just the two of us in the studio, he’s asked me to continue wearing a mask.

”You can’t possibly be afraid of ME infecting YOU now that I’m vaxxed”, said I.

Nodding in the affirmative, that yes, he was still taking the precaution of requiring me to wear a mask, he said — as his reason for not taking chances on my vaccinated self, “I don’t trust Fauci”.

He doesn’t believe the vaccines work.

He was not joking.

He was serious.

I found that hilarious.

I’ve no problem with honoring his request but, not because I'm protecting HIM, but because I'm protecting ME.

Trainer has not been vaccinated, does not plan on being vaccinated, does not plan to have his wife and two boys vaccinated because, as stated, he does not trust anything Fauci says.

Just like with the neighbor that is saying no to vaccination, I don't judge Trainer for saying no.

I can’t blame him for not wanting it, and I can’t recommend it — because the vaccine is like a box of chocolate ... you never know what you're gonna get. Will you be lucky and experience no side effects or will you be unlucky and get your arse handed to you, but Trainer's reason of not trusting Fauci is hilarious.

Of course, if I become the lucky winner of the $1.5 Million Vaccine Lottery, I’d be happy to spread the word — take the shots, they’re worth it. LOL.

Returning to the complex yesterday, I spotted something bright and pretty in management’s ugly new drab landscaping. It was a painted rock.

Then I spotted another.

And another on down the line.

The rocks were not there when I headed for the Pain Cave — I would have noticed. Some mysterious someone dropped them off in the time it took for me to work out and run a quick errand.

Checking other paths, I see these brightly painted rocks, with uplifting messages, everywhere.

Someone went to a lot of trouble, did a lot of work. Too bad management, upon seeing them, will toss them in the trash and probably post a notice asking the “culprit” to stop brightening up the new drab landscape.

Management does not allow us to place anything outside our units beyond our patios — not a seed, not a plant, not a garden gnome.

Those, who have defied this rule, got a rude awakening when the rose bush they'd so carefully tended was chopped down, or the pretty figurines they'd placed in the dirt patch in front of their patio disappeared into the dumpster.

Management wants all the outside areas to look the same — which was, at one time, lush with greenery, but now is just drab.

I’m going to try to take as many photos as I can before management catches on and tosses the rocks in the trash.

I’ll include photos of my finds in future posts.