By The Hair of My Chinny Chin Chin

Insofar as I know, not a lot going on around here but, still in my hibernating era, what do I know.

I’d have to hang out with the seniors for tea, and I’m not yet ready to jump back into the peopley world.

This month’s Activity Calendar, which is no longer delivered to our doors, no longer emailed to those of us who signed up for Rent Café, but now can be picked up from a newly installed wall box near the office, indicated on Kesha Tuesday, "New Year Celebration. Join us to start of 2026 with food, fun and community".

I wasn’t going to be suckered into nothingness again but, heading out to run errands that morning, I checked the Community Room to see if it was another scam.

Saw it was not exactly a complete scam, but seriously overbilled.

There were only eight of the Usual Suspects in attendance, saw no sign of Kesha, didn’t see any food or fun, but the group said Kesha had ordered Pizza.

I didn’t stick around long enough to find out if it was one large pizza to be shared amongst those in attendance or what, but it looks like what Kesha does is wait to see who shows up at her so-called "food fun" events, then order something for them to eat. Fly by the seat of her pants so to speak.

Remember Thanksgiving, when Kesha's "food fun" turned out to be a small bag of potato chips?

Those potato chips came in handy a few days ago when, looking for a binder for the turkey meatloaf I was making, I came across those chips, broke them up in the blinder, added to the ground turkey.

This morning was my Recertification appointment. I had to gather bank statements, sources of income records, prove to the office that I’m still poor enough to be living here.

The way qualifying income is calculated seems grossly unfair, causing me, on paper, to look wealthy, which I am not.

First, they add up what one has coming in monthly through sources of income, THEN they add any savings one has in the bank to come up with qualifying income.

Problem for me with this is that the same money is being considered income twice. First as what is coming in, and then again if any of that money is not used, but saved.

Do you get me? Did I explain that clearly?

So, anyway, once the Assistant Manager totaled everything up, I came across as a rich b!tch and qualified by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

She said I almost went over, was less than a hundred dollars under the cap.

"What happens when one goes over?" asked I, knowing full well it meant, I’d be kicked to the curb, have to move out of this income restricted community AND unable to afford the high price of living in other communities, who knows where I would have landed.

"I don’t know. It’s never happened before", said she.

I find that hard to believe, inasmuch as we had a few millionaires living here at one time. They must have had a system where us residents knew they were plush, but the office did not.

The three millionaires I knew of have passed away, and inasmuch as management seems to be bringing in more from the county roll, fewer actual retirees, I seriously doubt we currently have any hidden millionaires.

At any rate, I’m qualified, still poor enough to continue living here, which may not be by the hair of my chinny chin chin for much longer.

My sources of income were set to be distributed over a period of 15 years. I’m living too long. Those 15 years are rapidly reaching their dates of expiration, after which I’ll definitely be poor enough to qualify as income restricted.

So, anyway, Recertification is over until this time next year.