After the Storm

Woke up Christmas Eve to rain and flash flood warnings that extended well past midnight.

A rough day for Santa to begin his run, and for last minute shoppers, thought I.

Unlike some areas, we were lucky ... did not lose power. A Christmas Miracle considering some areas flooded, experienced mudslides, eleven inches of rain and, sadly, loss of lives.

Taking advantage of a Christmas Day break in the rain, I headed out to drop off trash today, pick up mail.

Just as I began to exit the mail area, I saw Ernie and his son heading down the walkway, walking the dog.

I quickly stepped back into the mail area.

Me hiding in the mailroom

Waiting for the coast to clear

Replying to a comment by Jan F about having socks like Holly the Elf .... Here they are Jan.

I spent the remainder of the day lounging around, snacking on popcorn sprinkled with dried seaweed (try it, you’ll like it), wearing those socks. Dinner will be two of my self-made tamales.

At one point, I glanced out the patio window, marveled at how beautiful the clouds looked after the storm.

By 3:00 in the afternoon, outside once again began looking dark and gloomy. I expect another bout of rain, which means it will be a while before everything dries, and I can put Christmas back to bed.

Mystery Solved

It’s rocks.

The landscapers returned yesterday, began placing tarp over the dirt that used to be grass.

They returned this morning, began placing rocks over the tarp that used to be dirt that used to be grass.

Other than that, it seems my life of quiet and reflection has returned after a week of twice waking up at 3 am and once at midnight to let Twin 1 into the gate, attending Tuesday’s Management hosted Christmas Party, Friday’s Residents’ Hosted Christmas Party, and manufacturing needs from the grocery store so I could hunt for the elf.

I’d actually planned to attend Saturday’s Breakfast with Santa, but couldn’t pull myself together in time.

With no plans to get on the road, travel to Long Beach, spend time with the Great Grandbabies, for all intents and purposes the hoopla of the Holiday season is over as I return to my regular schedule.

Though I managed to keep my hunts for the elf current on FB and Instagram, so much was going on that I didn’t get to post the hunts here on the blog.

On the 16th Day of Christmas, I was in a hurry, had just popped in for celery, as I was making potato salad, didn't put a lot of effort into hunting and just happened to spot Holly as I was about to leave without finding.

Evidently, elves need TP just like us humans.

On the 18th Day of Christmas, I was working the perimeters of the market, recording section by section, when I finally spotted Holly.

Do you see her?

On the 21st Day of Christmas, store management got tricky with it.

In case you missed it, the first video captured Holly fishing over the fresh fish.

That was cute.

The second video finds Holly hanging on for dear life over Produce.

That's probably it for Holly. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I doubt I'll be making another trip to hunt before she has to pack her bags, meet up with the other elves to help Santa prep for his midnight run.

Don’t Hug Me, Don’t Hug Me, Don’t Hug Me

That was my mantra yesterday when, around 11:30, Crafty Lady called, said she was on her way to my unit, that she had something for me.

My first reaction was Oh Sh!t.

My second reaction was She’d better not hug me. Better not expect me to hug her.

Repeating the mantra, don’t hug me, don’t hug me, don’t hug me, willing it to be so, I began setting the scene.

First, I left the door unlocked, so I could just call out "come in" when she arrived.

Then I sat on the couch, put the laptop in my lap, as a barrier to a hug, make it look like I was working on something important …… an excuse to not stand up when she arrived.

What she brought was a t-shirt she’d purchased and personalized with a stencil.

Turns out, there was no creepiness involved. She was passing out a bunch of tees she personalized to fit the personality of each member of the "team" (the event organizers). Said that (as the photographer), I’m part of the team.

I’ll take it.

I actually liked the tee a lot, but it was way too big …… a tee I’d ordinarily wear as a night shirt; but thinking it too cute not to wear at today’s event, I pulled out the sewing machine, stitched a seam up both sides, shortened the sleeve a little, turned the tee into a fit I could live with, and paired it with Disney Nightmare Before Christmas Ears.

I was successful in getting to the Community Room before the crowd arrived this morning, hid the White Elephant Gifts (Box, Shopping Bag, Santa Stocking) under the tree without being seen and watched as my contribution was further hidden in a sea of other gifts, and later transported to a table.

There was one little snag when MAGA, true to her sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong, got herself involved in transporting gifts from under the tree to the table, made a decision to leave the Santa Stocking under the tree saying, "There's nothing in there but paper".

How does she know what is or is not hidden in the stocking?

Who died and gave her the right to make that call?

I hope I didn't blow my cover by glaring at her, saying "No it's not!".

"Oh, is there something in there? asked she.

I didn't answer, just glared; so, she picked it up, added to the table.

Stay in your lane lady. You've already annoyed, gotten into it with the Talker, I'm nearing the end with you as well, and I heard other in attendance whispering about how bossy you are.

So anyway, theme of today’s festivities was the Grinch.

Lunch was lasagna. We had Cookie Decorating — I didn’t have the patience (I think that 4 years, 4 months, 3,391 hours' project has used up my patience); a Guess the Number of Candy Canes in the jar game — I guessed 75, there were 100; a Drawing for gift bags with prizes inside — my number was not called, an Ugly Sweater Contest, the White Elephant Gift Exchange, and we even had a visit from the Grinch itself.

I’m guessing that, by disguising the money in a Box, Shopping Bag, Santa Stocking, those expecting a money box were thrown off because no money was uncovered until Player No. 6 stepped to the table, chose the Shopping Bag.

The Box wasn't chosen until Player 19, after which Player 21 chose the stocking.

Of course, there was a lot of back-and-forth good-natured stealing of the Box, Shopping Bag and Stocking, each of which reached the limit a gift can be stolen.

Seeing how my brain children were received, I was a proud mama, and even more pleased when I heard a few of the newer residents say they’d never seen anything like it at a gift exchange before.

Before all was said and done, MAGA ended up pissing off another resident.

I'd mentioned previously that those of us a little better off than others bring extra gifts for those who, for whatever reason, didn't bring a gift. No one is ever left out.

So when it got down to three people left to choose a gift, myself and Robbie and another resident, MAGA approached Robbie and said, "You didn't bring a gift. We have people that brought gifts that need to choose".

I could see Robbie getting immediately angry, but he stayed calm, said "Talk to B" (the Baker told him to get in line).

I said, "We always have extra gifts, don't worry about it", so MAGA walked away.

THEN, at the end of the event as we all began to rise, she said, "No one can leave. We have to help clean up".

I believe that's considered holding others against their will.

Of course, folks helped clean up, because that's who we are, what we do; not because MAGA said so.

I promise you, the very next time MAGA catches me outside, cries on my shoulder because she's had a tiff with anyone, I'm going to tell her why it is people stop talking when she approaches, so as to not engage with her; walk the other direction when they see her coming.

Oh, and P.S. Ernie made an appearance at the door. He didn't come in, just stood their making goo goo eyes at me. I was busy, didn't acknowledge him, so he went away.

Earthquake, Money Boxes, Fresh Hell

Shortly after 8 o’clock Wednesday night, I heard what sounded like the girl downstairs having a fit … slammed her door to where the floor shook.

On the off chance she might not be off her meds, but instead what I'd heard/felt was an earthquake, I quickly logged onto Earthquakes Now.

Sure enough, a 3.1.

Twin 1 rolled in at 3:30 am yesterday. I once again had a senior moment, forgot she was here, later let out an audible gasp when she appeared from the bedroom.

In addition to these senior moments when I’m prone to forget, I’m just not accustomed to having someone in the unit with me.

Perhaps, I should tie a string around my finger or write a note to myself, as a reminder next time she’s here.

Though Twin 1 had liked the idea of money boxes after I’d described what they are/how they work, had requested one to thank someone for helping her out when she was ill, she had never actually seen one in action. So, I pulled up video of last year’s Christmas event, showed her boxes being opened, the crowd reaction.

I think I’ve started a trend, because after leaving a few hours later with the money box she’d asked me to make, she thought of two volunteers who'd worked with her a number of years in servicing the homeless. Thinking they'd get a kick out of a money box and wanting to gift them something in appreciation of their selfless work, she commissioned two more money boxes.

If this keeps up, I may end up in the business of making money boxes for birthdays/holidays.

While in the bedroom yesterday, I spotted movement out the corner of my eye through the window.

It was the landscapers doing something odd.

What fresh hell is this, I thought to myself.

First, they attacked the trees, now they’re attacking the grass.

Looking out the window this morning, I see the grass is completely gone, and they seem to be continuing along the walkway — digging up all the grass.

I guess management doesn’t like anything green because it has to be watered and will be replacing the grass with something else.

Tomorrow is the Christmas Party us residents host for ourselves, and I am exhausted. My energy tank feels low. Maybe from having been around the people twice already this week, maybe from awakening 3:00 am, maybe from shampooing the carpet yesterday.

Today I'll be doing nothing but pumping myself up to get through tomorrow — drinking coffee, watching Chinese Dramas, napping off/on.

Table for One

Today’s Management/Kesha event was scheduled for 11 am.

I arrived around 10:55, found residents waiting at the entrance by the office to get into the Community Room, another group of residents waiting at the entrance by the outside patio.

"What’s the hold up", asked I.

"They won’t let us in until they finish setting up", said someone.

The group waiting by the patio seemed the more lively, so I waited with them, and we chatted as the minutes rolled by.

I’m not a person to wait. Told the group that, when I was in the dating world, if a date showed up five minutes late, he’d find me gone already.

As the minutes rolled by, I gave it my all but, when 11:15 rolled around, with us still waiting, I stood up, said, "I don’t have time for this shit", went back to my unit; where I exchanged my "I’m on the naughty list and have no regrets" shirt, for an old top and shorts.

The phone rang at 11:37, it was Crafty Lady saying they were still setting up, but had let them in …… was I sure I didn’t want to come down as there was food and drink.

"I can’t eat anyway, and I’ve already changed into my comfortable clothes. So you guys have fun, send me pictures".

Phone rang again at 11:43, it was Lu saying "Come on down, there’s plenty of room, empty tables, and they haven’t even started yet, still setting up".

I said I’d think about it, then decided to get dressed again, head down, arriving around noon.

Folks were just lining up to be served fried chicken and sides, so I guess they'd finally finished setting up an hour later than indicated.

I counted 34 residents … more folks than Kesha has ever seen at one of her events.

I didn’t see her passing around a sign-in sheet, which was a good thing, because I planned not to sign because of having initially wasted my time … 11 o'clock is 11 o'clock, if they weren’t going to be ready until noon, then they should have scheduled the event for noon.

At any rate, I chose one of the empty tables, sat alone, observed, took pics.

Ernie was a no show, probably out with his son, so I didn’t have to "endure" any of his hugs, LOL.

After years and years with no one seeing her around, Church Lady made an appearance.

She’s totally disabled now — for why I do not know other than age, is being cared for by her youngest daughter, who wheeled her in.

Asking about Hell on Wheels, I’m told "she’s not coming back". Something about the people at the facility she’s being cared for are working on getting her to where she can sit up in the bed, roll to her side, it’s not going well and the call is "she’s not coming back".

The event was hosted by Kesha, Assistant Manager, the two Maintenance Guys …… Manager has been out ill for some time, problems with her kidneys.

If you're into the Cause-and-Effect theory, and even if you're not a believer, Louise Hay breaks it down thusly …… "Criticism, disappointment, failure, shame, reacting like a little kid" is the root cause of problems with kidneys.

Feedback on manager has always been "unprofessional/childish". She walks around openly displaying feeling sorry for herself, crying "Nobody likes me", sends staff in to host, when we did have an event, locked herself in her office so she didn't have to attend, always has something negative to say about us old folks …… bemoaning "You don't know what I have to put up with them", that theory fits her kidney problems to a T.

With Manager away, the atmosphere of the event was jolly and most of what had been promised (warm feast and sweet treats … coffee and cozy cocoa … games galore with fab prizes … bingo … name Santa’s Reindeer … Snowball count) came to fruition.

There were not games "galore", no snowball count, but there was bingo and name Santa’s Reindeer.

It was enough. Folks were happy, satisfied.

Name Santa’s Reindeer almost turned into a blood bath.

As sheets of paper were handed out, with the instruction to write the names of the reindeer, first person to finish wins, BUT do not start writing until called to do so, there were cheaters. Some immediately began writing, others turned on their phones, began googling the names.

Some of us, myself included, called out the cheaters by name. Demanded they be issued brand new sheets, instructed to put the phones down.

I was appalled that some would actually cheat, and it took a minute for the organizers to get things under control.

When all was said and done, I finished first BUT inasmuch as I spelled Rudolph incorrectly (Rudolf), 2nd place won the round.

Tonight and tomorrow is going to be insane. I’ve got pics up the wazoo to sort through, post to the residents’ FB page; and a money box to make … Twin 1, who will again be arriving at 3:30 am, necessitating I slap myself awake, head down, open the gate, liked the idea of a money box so much that she commissioned me to make one as a gift for someone who took care of her when she was ill a short while ago.

If I survive tonight and tomorrow, next up will be the Christmas Party us residents host for ourselves on Friday.

I may not make it to this Saturday’s Breakfast with Santa event and, for sure, it’s not looking like I’ll have the time or patience to build a gingerbread house this year.

A Five Hug Kinda Day

I finally got off my butt and, spurred on by Dawn’s post about Christmas Tamales, instead of thinking I should carve out some time to make tamales, I actually made the time, got it done.

While the chicken filling was cooking away in the crockpot, I headed down to catch the lady mail carrier, give her a Starbucks holiday gift card.

It being Craft Monday, I saw folks in the Community Room making door decorations.

They had Christmas music blaring, and the room just felt so jolly that I stuck around, took photos for the FB page.

The Assistant Maintenance Man came in, gave everyone a hug.

That’s one.

Of course Ernie made his way down, gave me a hug.

That’s two.

With Ernie was a young man, around 19/20, whom he introduced as his son.

The son does TikTok and wanted to take a photo, for his page, in front of the Community Room’s Christmas tree.

Yes …… Management splurged, put up a tree.

I’m just as surprised as you.

Also surprising is the flyer Management posted to our doors this morning, indicating tomorrow, Kesha Tuesday, is going to be a big deal — "Delight in a warm feast and sweet treats … sip on coffee and cozy cocoa … games galore with fab prizes … bingo … name Santa’s Reindeer … Snowball count".

We’ll see but, if so, I’m a shoo-in for naming Santa’s Reindeers as the names Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen are permanently etched on my brain.

I used to know all the names of the Smurfs, but lost that data many moons ago, along with the names of the Seven Dwarfs.

I no longer kid speak, but Christmas speak I can still do.

So anyway, as Ernie’s son was setting up his camera, I engaged the kid in conversation, while his dad off/on took the opportunity to hover around where I was seated, hug me again.

That’s three.

When the kid was finished with what he was doing, Ernie and the kid got ready to leave, Ernie hugged me yet again.

That’s four.

Then the kid walked over, said "Look on TikTok for the photos I took", reached over, gave me a hug.

I wonder where the kid learned that from, LOL, and that makes five.

Back in my unit an hour or so later, it was time to wash/soak the corn husks, mix up the masa.

For some reason, today's masa was giving me grief …… didn't spread as easily as it should, even after adding more broth and oil; but, when all was said and done, I got er done, am set through the holidays and then some.

Box, Shopping Bag, Stocking, Oh My!

With the seniors’ Christmas Party coming up in nine days, thought I’d better make wrapping my Secret Santa/White Elephant Gift, a priority.

For the last two years, instead of shopping, picking up some item the recipient may or may not enjoy, I’ve been making it easy on myself by taping dollar bills together in a row, rolling that up, putting in a box, cutting a hole in the top of the box, adding a tab indicating "Pull" for the recipient to slowly pull dollars out, decorated the box in plain butcher paper, added colorful Christmasy ribbon, i.e., a money box.

That first year (2023), because those of us a little better off than others always bring an extra gift, so no one is left out because they didn’t purchase a gift to swap, I did a money box and, as the extra gift, a seasonal coffee mug stuffed inside a Christmas stocking.

The coffee mug went over okay, but the money box really livened the party up; except, because the gift was so plainly wrapped in butcher paper, amongst the colorful/fancy wrapped gifts, it was overlooked again and again and again, ended up being the next to the last gift on the table to be picked.

Believe you me, there were a lot of I shoulda moans and groans when the others saw what came out of that plain wrapped box. It turned out to be a lesson in perception, an all that glitters is not gold moment that carried over to the second year I did a money box (last year), because the seniors went directly for the two plain butcher paper wrapped gifts.

I don’t think anyone knows who the Secret Santa is that leaves money boxes — and I strived to keep it that way last year, and plan to do so this year as well, by arriving super early to get the gifts to the table before there are eyes around to see who put what on the table.

I did learn that because of that first-year money box, some began to think there might be a money box in last year's offerings, actively looked for it by size of box, color of wrapping paper, so I decided to switch things up this year.

Instead of cutting holes in delivery boxes this year, I purchased a packet of cute little store-bought moneyboxes.

I hid the first box inside a delivery box, wrapped the delivery box in regular Christmas paper, to confuse those again looking for butcher paper wrapped gifts.

I had planned to stuff the extra gift (also a money box) inside a Christmas Stocking.

That didn’t work out — not enough space inside for the box, so I just stuffed the stocking with the roll of dollars and pull tab, without the box.

I've been saving dollar bills last few weeks, had plenty left, so I made a third extra gift.

That one I placed in a plain shopping bag, adorned the bag with Christmas ribbon.

Will be interesting to see if the shopping bag gets overlooked, judged as probably less than, like the first year I did plain wrapped money boxes OR if someone wisely thinks "plain, probably a trick, something good inside".

Secret Santa gifts taken care of, the only Christmas Shopping left to do is a Starbucks Gift Card (sorry, Bob) for the mail lady.

Mutual Admiration Society

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas up in here. The Santa Chairs, Boot Stocking, front door and patio decorations are all in place.

There’s a view from the bedroom window of a lighted patio, two other residents on the front side of my building have lights up.

Heading out this morning for the market, I could see one of the residents across the quad has a Santa on her patio and returning, having to drive through the opposite gate, because I’m not sure the gate on my side is fixed, I saw two other patios decked out for Christmas.

So, it’s at least looking good for a festive appearance around here.

While at the market, just as I was turning into the bulk water isle, a young man who looked around 18/19 walked over and said, "I want to say something", so I paused.

"You see that guy over there (pointing to a guy, also around 18/19, smiling our way from the Bakery Department), he’s my best friend in the world".

No idea where he was going with telling me that, so I said what I was thinking …… "He’s cute" (he was).

"He said you’re pretty".

WOW! Mutual admiration going on.

I should have said, "Thank you for telling me", but that was all there was to the encounter, as we went our different ways smiling, me saying to myself, "He's got good taste for a kid".

Cuffing Season

Yesterday’s Thanksgiving Event, hosted for us by us, was an almost standing room only success. Every seat in the Community Room was taken, and the organizers had to turn one of the food serving tables into seating space in order to accommodate all who attended.

In order to get a good spot for taking photos, and capture photos of the organizers at work, I arrived about 40 minutes before start time.

I’d asked the organizers to pose like the Rockette …… you know, the famous knee lift.

At our age, all younger than I, this is the best they could do, LOL.

It’s cute though.

Evidently, my arriving early wasn’t early enough as there were seniors already seated at a table, waiting for the main event.

When residents began arriving in force, MAGA would sit at the table where I'd settled.

We get along well enough, but I nevertheless moved because she can sometimes be aggravating and I didn’t want to take the risk of being annoyed.

Turned out the move was from the frying pan into the fire because, as the room began to fill, and there was then no place to move to, I found myself surrounded at the table by the deadly trio — Dream Lover, Upstairs Lady, Lu. But at least Upstairs Lady didn’t set me off again by telling me to move, like she had done previously, so the three could sit side by side.

I was surprised at seeing the trio sitting at a regular table, as there was a High Table (reserved seating). Their names were not on it.

Interesting …… did one or all three fall out with the organizers?

Probably just Upstairs Lady, but the other two would not have wanted to be seated without her, so where I was seated was where they landed.

Lord be praised, everyone was on their best behavior, I got through it.

Of course, Ernie made an appearance. He didn’t stay for the event, just happened to walk by, opened the door, actually gasped upon seeing me seated, made a beeline to grab a hug, kiss on the cheek, now referring to me as "My love".

That started a few days ago, when I was headed out to run errands, had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs, turned to head down the walkway, saw Ernie, chatting and walking his dog with Ruben (the little man whose wife, when she was alive, was assulted by Cat Lady, when Cat Lady went cra cra, walked into their unit, accused them of killing cats, hit the wife, which got her evicted) walking his dog.

Ernie halted his conversation, said, "Hold up. I have to go hug my love".

His what?, thought I.

I don’t even know why Ernie is living here amongst us seniors, as he’s physically fit, looks nowhere near 55 or over even though I know he is.

What I do know is that, this period between Thanksgiving and the New Year is Cuffing Season — a time when singles are moved subliminally to seek a seasonal partner.

Ernie is likely caught up in/being controlled by that atmosphere, without even realizing it's having an effect on him, and will calm down once the season passes.

So, anyway, there were games for us seniors to play while the organizers were preparing dinner, like the following 2-player game where newspapers were taped together, placed on the ground, the goal being who can, using their feet, drag all the paper under the chair first. (The video came out kinda dark so I, dressed all in black, am virtually unrecognizable, appearing as a black blob).

Talker said not only did one leg begin to cramp, causing her to lose, but both legs cramped. Not funny that she couldn't handle those simple movements sitting down, but I nevertheless cracked up.

I won a prize …… Fannie May Chocolates which, of course, I can’t eat, but will use in this year’s gingerbread build.

Once dinner was served, the first to be called to the counter was office staff.

I resented the hell out of that.

We got potato chips while they got turkey with all the trimmings and dessert.

Had I been in charge, I’d not have called them in to be given a plate. If anything, I’d have given them a little bag of potato chips.

The good news is, surprisingly, Kesha didn’t show up to take credit.

Christmas is only 33 days away. I’m not holding my breath expecting management, in return, to do anything for us seniors in return or just because the money is in the budget and it's the right thing to do.

Pizza and Potato Chips

Yesterday’s "Thanksgiving Social and Tenant Council Meeting" did not disappoint in providing the disappointment I’d expected.

Scheduled for noon to 1:30, I was back in my unit by 12:15.

Arriving just before noon, with my notepad to document what management had to say in the meeting portion, I found only seven residents in the room, and all seven were of the Usual Suspects. (Talker was in attendance, MAGA was not, so no tea to report back).

There were no decorations, no coffee, no nothing prepared for us.

Kesha didn't know anything about a "Tenant Council Meeting", said she didn't know why the office even put that on the calendar. Then she began walking around, having us sign her attendance sheet, so she can get credit for hosting an event, as she gave out little bags of potato chips.

Adding insult to injury, they're not even turkey flavored.

I did hear Kesha order a pizza for the few attendees, but I didn’t stick around long enough to see it delivered. As stated above, I was outta there at 12:15, saying I had better things to do — like laundry while there’s a break in the rain and steam clean the bathroom (both of which is what I did with my time).

Painted Rock Lady laughed, said in a sarcastic tone, "I got up early for this".

Will I ever learn not to waste my time buying into management posting event on the activity calendar that rarely come to fruition.

Ernie did a walkthrough while I was in the room, saw me sitting at a table off to myself, said out loud to the room, "I have to go hug this beautiful lady". I didn’t stand up, so he bent over, hugged what he could, then kissed me on the cheek.

Hmmmmmm??????

Crafty Lady was in the room, seemed to have gotten over being salty towards me for ghosting her that day.

In fact, when the Baker was telling me we’d be doing something different for Christmas, that instead of a big party, she’ll make lasagna, salad, and we’ll be doing crafts and cookie decorating, Crafty Lady walked over to add she’d be teaching attendees how to turn something or other into another something or other involving jewelry, and that she’d picked out a witch for me to work on.

Hmmmmmm??????

Seems I'm taking up space in her head; she's thinking of me even when I'm not around which, ordinarily, would be nice but feels a little creepy coming from her. At any rate, I very much fear she's going to get her feelings hurt yet again, because my job at the Christmas event will be that of photographer. I'll be focusing on who's coming in, who's doing what, capturing memories for the Residents' FB page, with little time for crafting.

If by chance I do get a minute to participate in crafts and the choice is decorating cookies or participate in what she's doing with jewelry, you can probably guess I'll go for decorating cookies.

Next up is Friday’s Thanksgiving event that us residents are hosting for ourselves. We’ll probably get quite the turnout for that. MAGA might even show up, and I wouldn't be at all surprised to see Kesha walk in to take names/pics, give us candy so she can steal credit for the event.

This management group is soooooo tacky.

Two Down, Four to Go

It’s been frigid cold, with rainstorms, flash flood warnings every day since Friday, except for yesterday, when we got a break in the rain just long enough for me to run to the market and for the tree people to begin work on grinding down the stumps remaining from when they murdered all the trees in the grassy knoll.

How it started ………

How it ended ………

It took them about 3 hours to grind down the large stump, 2 hours on the second and, by then, it was obvious another rainstorm was about to begin, so the guys called it a day.

I just hope the grinding of stumps to dust doesn’t result in another round of vengeful tree spirits.

It was actually kinda fascinating to watch the process through the window, as I sat on the edge of the bed drinking coffee, which led me to later look up the handheld machine the guys were using.

Learning it’s called a "stump grinder", I then had to know who came up with an idea like that, learned it was a happy accident — "Gary Vermeer invented the first modern stump grinder in 1956 …… the invention was spurred by an accidental test in 1953, where an operator's mistake caused a prototype to grind stumps five times faster by moving sideways instead of forward and back".

At any rate, that’s 2 stumps down 4 to go, as the guys are back at it this morning before it starts raining again.

Returning from the market yesterday, I noticed a fairly new tenant around the corner has already put up Christmas decorations.

Inasmuch as tradition dictates decorating the Day after Thanksgiving, that neighbor is decorating a little early. However, I can’t fault her for being in a hurry for Christmas to arrive because, though tomorrow and next year is not promised to me, I've already begun planning next year’s Halloween costume.

Today is the "Thanksgiving Social and Tenant Council Meeting". I’m expecting to be disappointed, but it will give me an opportunity to find out what the seniors have been up to and if MAGA and Talker are still beefing.

Merry Christmas

I’m back from an overnight, with granddaughter, the great grandbabies and my new relative (the 18-year-old great granddaughter I didn’t know I had), to tour the Festival of Lights at the Mission Inn.

Knowing the elves would have returned to the North Pole Christmas Day, on the way out of town I stopped by the market where Elf Buddy resides for one last hunt and found him in the Bakery Department.

Lights in and around the Mission Inn were spectacular and, since pictures and videos are worth a thousand words, here you go.

Perils of taping. Didn’t see the curb. Almost fell.

All in all, it’s been a fun but busy, too busy, holiday season. I’m now ready to settle in for a long Winter’s nap.