If You Build It They Will Come

With news of yet another rain storm coming our way (Round 4) and it not being too chilly, I ventured out yesterday to take care of business.

First was to drop into outgoing mail that check to the Federal Government.

I still don’t get how, after a lifetime of opting for zero on the W4, which always netted me a healthy refund of what essentially was my own money, this year I had to pay over $800.

It doesn’t make sense, but inasmuch as I can’t opt for less than zero, looks like I’ll be spending the remainder of my life giving back.

Second was to catch up with the seniors in the Community Room, observe Pizza Tuesday.

Absence does appear to make the heart go fonder.

Having not seen me in ages, I got a nice reception. Nicest was Church Lady, “We haven’t seen you in a while …  you’re looking bright and full of wisdom”.

My buddy Apache was in the room, as was the Cougar ─ the 80 something woman who’s expressed an interest in him.

I teased him a bit about that and he tells me she’s not the only one ─ Two other women are chasing him, one of which is his next-door neighbor.

I think he’s enjoying it, but living dangerously with his plan to give all three a balloon for Valentine’s Day.

Before I headed out of the Community Room and on to next on my list, Apache got into an argument with Greedy Grabby and her crew over their trying to take more than their share of pizzas.

This probably sounds like I'm disparaging a particular ethnic group, but I'm calling it as I'm seeing it and only applying to this specific group of women who happen to fall into a particular ethnic group  ─ Greedy Grabby is from Syria. All the ladies in her crew are from Syria, and those ladies are really tight, travel in a group and really remind me of gypsies ... swarming into a place, taking what they can get away with. In fact, I just learned, when caught in the storage area of the local senior citizens center, taking coffee, they got themselves banned from the center.

Going to pay closer attention next time I see them in the corner market.

Last on my list was grocery shopping at Sprouts.

That’s usually a 20-minute drive, but that changed when a new Sprouts went up, four weeks ago, only 8 miles away.

In spite of ongoing construction of other businesses, it was a quick in/out first two times I went to this location, plenty of parking. However, all was chaos this last time.

The parking lot was full, orange cones strategically placed to direct traffic in certain directions, and there were armed security guards. Not at Sprouts and not because of Sprouts, but at and because of a newly opened business called “Cane’s” ─ Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers.

The aroma coming from the fried chicken was intoxicating, but not so intoxicating as to warrant armed security guards manning the crowded drive-thru.

I watched as those cars unable to squeeze into the drive-thru lane, and those wishing to park, took up the lot ─ some driving crazy, frantic, ignoring the cones because they spotted an empty spot and wanted to get there first.

With other businesses soon to open, and the lot already crowded, I think I'm better off driving 20 miles to the Rancho location.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. In case you didn't know, I'm not big on that sweetheart stuff.

President’s Day is Monday. Nothing expresses my feelings about that day like this from facebook.

Round Three

It was a weekend of the sky leaking yet again, so it was needlepoint and watching television with this cute little Pokémon Ralts.

For the first time since its inception, I did not watch Walking Dead because ... over it.

Abraham is long gone, Glen as well is long gone, Rick is recently gone, not sure what happened to Maggie, Jesus was killed by a Whisperer, Daryl and Carol have become boring, I did plan to keep watching to see where Negan goes from here, but lost interest once reading this is Michonne’s last season. I have no interest in any of the new characters, so I’m done.

Thankfully, the sun’s up today, neighbors are out and about but, though outside is dry, it’s still a little too chilly to lure me out.

Along about 10:30, I heard a commotion on the stairs.

It was Head Maintenance Guy (HMG) and one of the temp maintenance guys hauling up the new stove.

Color me surprised.

When on Wednesday, January 30, my oven died and was pronounced not worth cost of repair, I really didn’t believe, with a corporation as large as this one, there was a backlog ─ I’d be getting a new stove but not until the 11th.

Though I’d nevertheless been patient, I fully expected HMG to force me to make a stink by coming up with an excuse to further extend the wait once the 11th came and went, but he surprised me by bringing in the new stove first thing this 11th morning.

Miracles happen every day.

BEFORE

AFTER

The glass door is a welcome change, as is an oven light.

HMG suggested I run the oven for a while before baking, so I’ll save making my healthy wheat-free bagels for tomorrow and test it out with oven-fried chicken tonight.

The convection oven I purchased to tide me over will still come in handy. It hurt my back so much to bend, stoop, multiple times of pulling the tray out to check, push the tray back in, pull the tray out to check again required to broil in a conventional that I stopped using the broiler. With the convection, I can broil to my heart’s content, no stooping required, plus sweet potato chips come out crisper.

So off with the cheap oldie that HMG tells me has been discontinued.

No surprise there, I think Corporate got a deal by purchasing them from a discontinued lot in the first place. It cost them though because one-by-one they’ve failed and have been replaced to where HMG tells me only three remain in the complex.

You really do get what you pay for.

Culture Shock

Did my taxes this morning and was I surprised.

Thanks to this new tax plan imposed upon us by you-know-who, I ... a retiree expecting the usual heathy return must instead, for the first time in more years than I can remember, pay him.

What the heck!

If you’ve not yet done your taxes, get ready to be surprised ... and not in a good way.

Dead Guy Update

The image that popped into my head was spot on.

The Navy Vet with the dog that looks like Rin Tin Tin was the resident Apache meant as having passed away.

Problem is .... Navy Vet is very much alive and his name is not “Gene”.

Apache got it twisted.

“Gene”, the guy “They found dead in his unit” turns out to be that guy that tried to make my acquaintance by hanging around my quad.

He lived on the back side of the complex, but would come all the way over to sit on the bench in my quad.

Not suspicious in itself because the spot, with its parklike view, is nice.

However, his back was to my unit, inconvenient for watching my comings/goings. So what he did was to walk to the opposite end of the quad and sit on his walker, which gave him a bird’s-eye view to my unit.

From there he worked himself up to asking to ride with me to the market. He felt creepy so of course I said no, and it all ended when he got a friendly back the heck off from Handsome Man.

I’d see him around (I avoided making eye contact), but never saw him hanging around my quad after that.

No one knows what he died of or who the “they” are that found him.

Poor guy. 

I did feel bad for not extending myself, giving him that ride ─ but not bad enough to be a bleeding heart and fall for his act. 

Been there, done that far too many times in my life and if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being too nice, too friendly, too willing to go out of my way to help, it’s “No good deed goes unpunished”. 

It took some hammering, but I’m not so easily manipulated these days, my heart has hardened. 

Hard hearted though I now am, I’m not completely heartless. So, I reached out to Activity Director, asked her to check in on his needing transportation to the market as I didn’t think it appropriate to have bypassed all his immediate neighbors, come all the way over to my quad, sit in a spot where he could view my comings/goings and ask me.

I mentioned some time ago that Activity Director’s job has been transitioning away from Activities and more into Outreach. In other words, she gets paid to be a bleeding heart.

When I followed up, she said she’d made contact but was not allowed to tell me if he’d indicated he needed help.

I’m thinking not. He just wanted female company.

Oh well, it’s all grist for the mill now.

I also learned why my attempt at matchmaking failed. The Navy Vet is already married. He has a wife in his unit. Evidently, she’s in poor health and doesn’t get out.

Who knew.

Further Update: I just got another message from Apache ... “Hey, I think your stalker passed away”.

He figured it out.

The sun is shinning today, but it’s still cold ...

So I’ll only go as far as the scale in the Game Room today to see if this sitting all day is having a negative impact my weight.

Cold Weather Woosie

After six/seven straight days of unrelenting rain for the second time since surviving the storm of a few weeks earlier, I was beginning to think the sky was broken, had a hole in it.

I’d look out the patio window and wonder how it was possible for that much water to fall from the sky for so long.

And it was cold. So cold inside that I was dressed in layers ─ socks included, with the heat going and still felt chilled to the bone. Sometimes my fingers were so cold I could hardly hold the needlepoint needle, and my feet were so cold I considered purchasing a heating pad.

I actually researched a few online, was thrown off by the negative reviews, across the board, every make, every model ─ mostly about heating elements burning out, and made my own heating pad by warming up a towel in the microwave, then wrapping it around my feet.

Even though my DNA Story indicates 9% Scandinavian, I have a low tolerance for cold weather. What’s normal to most is freezing for me.

Made me think of that promise of double pane windows that will now without a doubt NOT materialize since Corporate fired the Community Manager that cared enough about us to plan for that upgrade.

The opening for a new Community Manager has finally been removed from Corporate’s website, so I’m assuming that means Corporate has found itself another punching bag.

As to how long that individual will last, we’ll see.

I did want to head down to the Community Room yesterday, Pizza Tuesday, but didn't want to go to the trouble of bundling up, plus boots, plus umbrella. I wanted to go there not only to find out if there’s news as to when the new manager will appear, but to double-check on a death notification my buddy Apache texted me on Saturday.

His message was “You know the guy Gene he passed away had dog always laid in grass”.

I don’t bother with many residents by name ─ it’s generally just a good morning or a wave when I see a resident, and there are any number of residents with dogs that lay in the grass, so I replied “Not sure who that is. What did he die of?”

No reply so, as the storm outside raged on, I didn’t give much thought as to who Gene might be. 

I never felt stir-crazy from being indoors for so long. I had Season 2 of Marvelous Mrs. Maisel to watch (hated what she did and who she did it with at the season finale), that new book to read, needlepoint of course, plenty recordings of new television programs to see and decide they warrant further viewing (I’m over Manifest, over Roswell, New Mexico, still love Young Sheldon and thus far liking The Passage), and my unit is located in that vortex between a Pokéstop and a Poke Gym so I can hunt from my couch.

Cute that when it’s raining outside, it also rains in the game.

Also, during my forced insideness, I learned how to make sweet potato chips in the convection oven. It’s slow and low in a conventional oven, but I get the same results going fast and high in the convection. It just takes closer watching to prevent burning and the results are actually crisper than the low and slow method.

THEN yesterday, out of nowhere the image of the Black Guy who’d sit on the bench with the dog that looked like rin tin tin lying in the grass popped into my head.

Oh No! Thought I, That’s the new resident I’d tried to fix Church Lady up with.

Though the attempt at matchmaking went nowhere, I’d see the guy around, we’d smile and wave at each other. What I know of him is that he’s a Navy vet and didn’t appear to be ill in any way visible so, though I trust my instincts and the image that popped into my head which tells me that’s the Gene my buddy Apache is referring to, I want to verify it’s he.

The sun is shining, it’s not wet outside ─ for the first time in like forever, so I’ll detour through the Community Room for verification as I had out to run errands before a third hole in the sky opens up.

I did not watch the SOTU. I just couldn’t take looking at his smug orange superior looking face.

There was, however, no escape from seeing snippets on this morning’s news and I was disgusted by what I saw on both sides of the isle.

Why do they continue to encourage him with standing and clapping when they know he gets off on the roar of the crowd?

Ignore him.

Wear ear plugs.

Sit on your hands.

Take a valium.

Fall asleep like the kid did.

And what's with the pissy look on Melania's face?

Roughing It

I’ve been without an oven since Tuesday night. Maintenance diagnosed the problem on Wednesday as a heating element not working/a value not opening. Inasmuch as this is the second time the oven has gone out and, according to maintenance, the part needed this time costs more than a new stove, I’ll be getting a new one.

As to when ... maybe a week, maybe longer. 

Inasmuch as I can’t live without an oven, I ran out and picked up a little counter-top convection to tide me over.

I managed to squeeze it into my very limited counterspace and, so far, the convention works great for bacon (uncured of course) and salmon. I even roasted broccoli in it. Not so great for those sweet potato chips I’m fond of snacking on. The convection is so small that I can only make a handful, and the cook time is two hours. So, not worth it that sweet potato chips are off the menu until the new stove arrives.

It’s been one thing after another with the cheap appliances Corporate brought into the community when they acquired this property in 2013 and dove into a so-called renovation.

Long-time readers will recall the renovation included chopping down all our beautiful trees, replacing perfectly working appliances with smaller cheapies, installing a ceiling fan in each unit, changing door knobs, updating the gate and garage doors, exterior paint, then pronouncing the $3.2 million they conned the government out of as well-spent.

Looking at the cars that rolled up on the property when Corporate bigwigs arrived to view the completed renovation, it wasn’t hard to deduce from the cheap appliances, shoddy workmanship on this end that the bulk of the $3.2 million went to Corporate administration.

Such is the way of the world.

However, you get what you pay for.

Corporate has been saddled with having to fix and replace and repair this that the other ever since.

So there’s that.

The March Activity Calendar was posted to our doors in a timely manner. The only activity is a Sweetheart Potluck on the 21^st.

I’ll be very surprised if the event is well-attended, but maybe, because it’s been a long dry spell insofar as events since the first of the year.

I’ll tear myself away from needlepoint long enough to go down, take a few photos for the community’s Facebook page and to see what the 80-year-old chasing my buddy Apache gives him for Valentine’s Day.

It occurred to me that her nickname here on the blog should be The Cougar because ….. significantly older lady (80ish)/younger man (60ish).

I’m not knocking it. Been there done that with the 35 year old when I was 50ish, but let it be known  ─ I didn't  chase him, he chased me.

Last thing of note is the new read I’d preordered.

Haven’t had time to get into reading it yet, but must be amazing because I saw on the news this morning that the Orange Traitor is doing that which he didn’t do with Omarosa’s book and didn’t do with Bob Woodward’s book ….... he suing the author.