Last night I went to sleep thinking that this morning I really
needed to further document what took place in the park office yesterday morning
because Candy will twist the situation to her own ends if I don’t keep her straight.
She has a problem with realities, so she needs to be reminded of them.
So, this morning, I drafted another letter to her and drove into
town to mail it … NO WAY was I going
to go through another morning with her mental instability like I went through 2
days ago! (http://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/05/retirement-was-short-lived.html)
May 30th,
2019
Candice Scott
Manager
Heron Pointe Park
I came to the Heron Pointe Office May 28th,
2019 to assure you my Space Rent money had been paid and that if, there was any
problem with it not showing up as you said it had not recently, to please let
me know and I will have my Bank sort it out – I personally talked to a
representative at Red Canoe Credit Union face-to-face yesterday while in town;
and was told “yes, Mrs. Hargand, your payment has been sent out.” I asked that
since I had paid the rent on May 23rd, would you receive it by the 1st
of June because the Park Manager is very picky about it being in her hands when
it is due the 1st of every month and she has sent out messages that
rent is to be paid before the weekend because she hates working the weekends.
The woman at Red Canoe Credit Union told me that Heron Pointe also has an
account with Red Canoe and that you should be familiar with the way the Bank
operates, “and Heron Pointe will get it when they get it.” So you should
receive it shortly, weekend or not.
While I was in the Office, May 28th,
you also made it very clear to me that any further face-to-face meetings with
you would be met with volatile hostility emanating from you – which, of course,
makes me defensive. It is simply impossible for the 2 of us to be in the same
room at the same time for any reason or for any length of time.
You shouted at me the other day that I am the
“only person in Park making demands”. You know that is a lie. Apparently Ron
Cook has been making demands and complaining because I have letters from you to
me confirming those facts. The complaining started before your August visit to
our home on his behalf … which ended tragically for us. You told both my
husband and myself that he had made several complaints to you about us: we did
not know that he was complaining to you, as well as complaining to us – we were
simply trying to get along with a cantankerous neighbor, doing what we could to
calm him down and stay out of his way. When I asked you to bring Ron over so we
could sort the matter out, you refused – which gave Ron a clear license to
continue to harass and malign us. Specifically me; for whatever reason he
thought he had. And you continued to take up his cause, turning a deaf ear to
me, and accusing me on May 28th, 2019 of forcing Ron to sell his
house. Your words were, “YOU are the reason Ron is selling his house!” I
reminded you then – and I remind you today – that Ron was talking to us of
selling eventually his house as soon as we moved into our house. And our
neighbors, here on Pheasant Lane also knew that Ron would be selling his house,
because he had talked to them about it before we even moved to Heron Pointe. So
your hostile accusation the other day was not factual. It was intended to add
injury to insult. It was childish, but it was not factual.
In a letter from you to me on August 29th,
2018, you insisted on written plans for landscaping already cleared by the
previous manager, Roberta Rhodes: you further insisted, in the same letter,
that Ron be given “enough set-back distance from your side boundaries so that he
may use that portion of his property without causing damage to your plants.”
Obviously Ron had been complaining and you were making insistences on his
behalf. WE were not complaining … we knew that we were not infringing on Ron’s
property in any way. But you did not know that because you never bothered to
check it out as we had asked you to do in that fateful meeting you made to our
home in August. You simply took Ron’s complaints to heart because “he has been
here longer.” We found out later that Ron and his family had not been in his
home for very long at all. And already he was talking to the people on Pheasant
Lane about eventually selling and moving. I was in NO WAY implicated in those
talks because we had not yet moved to Heron Pointe.
So, my husband, though being told he was dying,
submitted a landscaping plan to you that you could personally sign off on to
keep you off my back and to shut Ron Cook up. I drew up the plan already agreed
to by Roberta Rhodes, we signed it, Bob in severe pain but wanting to make sure
I would not be the main focus of your spite after he was dead, personally
submitted it to you in the Office so you could “officially” put your signature
on it. You did so September 20th, 2018 … with an insistence that we
give Ron Cook a foot of our property because he was afraid of my tomatoes and
apples. To keep the peace, we did so. Bob went back into ER and never came back
home alive again.
You sent me a letter dated December 19th,
2018 stating that you had “written a letter to Mr. Cook” in which you said you
“reminded him to make sure nothing of his encroaches on your property.” In same
said letter, you said that the picture I submitted concerning the disputed
bricks Ron had run complaining to you about, “does not show exactly where the
property line is because it was taken at the wrong angle. It does look like a
typical lot divider found around the community.” Again, taking Ron’s complaints
as gospel and refusing evidence otherwise. I let it go – what was the point:
you were taking Ron’s side no matter what.
Remembering that previous letter mentioned, and
knowing that you needed a picture showing clear boundary lines, I came to the
Office May 28th, 2019 to show you a picture I had taken that morning
of clear evidence that he had recently sprayed Round-Up on his property – and
up to the boundary line where overspray was clearly shown to be on my property,
damaging my property with a toxin I did not authorize and was not aware of
until I was watering my garden that morning, would you please talk to Ron about
it: you went ballistic, accusing me of forcing Ron to sell his house and flat
out refusing to talk to him about the overspray because he was moving in 2
weeks and everyone in the Park is complaining about my window blinds being up
and they feel spied on. You also brought up an insinuation that because my
friend David, and I, had in January 2019 moved my planter boxes 14” over onto
my side of my property, that Ron’s overspray was MY fault because I had moved
my boxes to satisfy you and Ron’s 12” insistence he be given full use of his
property at my husband and my expense. I am not sure how you calculate
12-inches given with a 2-inch spare, a fault of mine that Ron damaged my
property with toxic overspray, but in all truth, Candy, I am not sure how your
brain works on any given issue any day of any week. It seems to me that it
operates on the same wave length as Ron Cook’s.
Wow – what a violently hostile unload of what
you really think about me! All I calmly asked you to do was to talk to Ron
about the overspray. Your violent hostility and ridiculous attempt to shame me
for Ron’s outlandishly rebellious behaviors pushed me into defense mode, and I
thought it better to record any further threats; and to ask you again to speak
to Ron. Again you refused, until finally mockingly telling me you would call
him again in a tone making it clear you were trying to get rid of me by trying
to placate me. I was not amused by your clownish behavior. I actually felt sad
for you.
So I canvassed the entire Park, talking to
people and asking them face-to-face if they had a problem with me, or with my
blinds being open. People’s reactions were that they were flabbergasted and
surprised that you would say they had issues with me of any kind. Every one I spoke
to said, “there is someone in the Park that hates you enough to make trouble
for you”. I agree. And I know who those 2 are: you and Ron Cook.
Ron is moving, so that leaves just you that
hates me enough to cause trouble for me.
As I have said before, my husband, on his death
bed told me to “keep the house.” I am doing my best to honor him. He was a good
man, and he saw the best in everyone even when they were stabbing him in the
back and finally killing him with their ridiculous spitefulness.
I get along with everyone in the Park, Candy.
Everyone.
You and Ron are the ONLY 2 that have issues
with me that cannot be calmly be resolved. For whatever reason. I have asked
you to get along with me. But from your violent hostile outburst the other day,
it is obvious that will never happen on your end. That is sad because I will be
here a very long time. Unless, of course, you get rid of me by having me thrown
out of the Park on trumped up charges, which would be the final sadness.
I am sending you this letter today so you can
file it in your file you say you have for your Lawyer on hold concerning me. I
want it documented. I want it known that I have tried to defuse the animosity
between the 3 of us and that you, for whatever reason you felt, have ALWAYS sided
with Ron Cook, even to the point of accusing me of forcing him to sell his
house when everyone on the entire street we live on knows that he had intended
to sell from the get-go. I want the FACTUAL contents of this letter to be filed
so there is no confusion whatsoever of what has been taking place.
And I will, from this day forward, make sure
that I do not come to you for any reason.
I do not know how I will be able to do that if
it is imperative that matters be attended to that the Park Manager needs to be
aware of – matter like you keep mentioning in the Newsletters you send out
concerning the safety and well-being of Park residents you said you needed to
be appraised of; but you have made it very clear that any concerns of mine
concerning Park issues are no concern of yours: and that if anything does
happen in the Park, it is my fault. That mindset of yours towards me needs to
be documented.
I was not aware that I had the power to affect
everything, everywhere, at all times.
And others in the Park were surprised too.
Sincerely,
That done, I stopped at Lowe’s on the way back home and picked
up 8 concrete pavers to finish the borderline walkway with; and I finished
laying them out as soon as I got home. The border is now clearly marked, and I
am hoping the new neighbors will respect that; Ron Cook never did:
PAVERS to finish the border walkway.
Pavers laid in place, and a few weeds pulled from the river rock as I made my way around the house and back inside, I was determined to get my floors mopped today, with no more delay. I had intended to have them done a few days ago, but weather (I have to have the windows open when cleaning due to asthma complications), the holiday, and Candy's never-ending insanity dominated the first part of this week: the only {open} day I could really do it was this morning.
And my floors are pretty again. Hallelujah!
CLEAN FLOORS! No more plaster dust and
street dust coming in thru the open windows hiding their prettiness ...
But as soon as I reached the kitchen to do that floor, my
Swiffer Jet mop quit! WTHeck? My mind worked through different scenarios to try to
figure it out. I finally settled on, ‘It doesn’t need to be plugged in, so it
must operate on batteries.’ Darn it! I wish I had paid more attention to Bob
when he was putting things together for me to use! I don’t know if it actually
uses batteries or not, and my SIL can’t remember if hers used batteries, or
not, either. TIMES LIKE THIS is when it
is good to have a man in the house. But
I am not going to start shopping for a husband replacement so that my Swiffer
Jet can be sorted out. I looked my Swiffer Jet over from top to bottom and
saw screw holes in the handle – but I was not strong enough to get the screws
unscrewed: I managed to get one out, but the others had been so thoroughly
screwed in that I was afraid I would strip them and they would end up being
worthless. So I put my screwdriver down, and reached for my phone to call my 3 back-up guys, hoping 1 of them would be available. Mike is working, David was
the other side of the State getting ready to fish for Walleye (and I hope he gets lucky and gets his fish
;-)); and Kerry can come this weekend – which is fine, I did the floor with
an alternative method, and when Kerry pulls the screws out of the handle to
determine if the thing uses batteries nor not, I will screw the screws back in
tight enough to hold the handle together, but loose enough that my go-to guys
do not have to keep bailing me out. If I have to replace the Swiffer Jet, I can
do that – but I’d rather not if I don’t have to …
Bob tightened the screws so tight, even Hercules would have trouble getting them out ... so I called Kerry. LOL
I managed to get one screw out, but was afraid I would strip the screws. David is out of town; Kerry can come help this weekend.
WALLEYE PERCH
GRANITE CLEANER to finish the kitchen floor with - I just sprayed it on the floor and mopped it up. Thanks Chris!
While the kitchen floor was drying, I had a cup of coffee,
checked my FB Page, and steeled myself to correct the incorrect time on the
Weather Forecaster. Again, Bob had set it up, and I did not pay attention
because I was busy doing something else; so when it went on the fritz a month
and a half ago, I had no idea how to update the time. Today it got done :-D
I found these instructions looking for the errant Swiffer Jet instructions. I never found the SJ instructions, but boy was I GLAD to find these instructions! For a month and a half it has consistently been 10:40 a.m. on the Forecaster Monitor - today the time was set for 2:40 p.m., the correct time at that time :-D
((((Whoop-whoop)))) I successfully changed settings myself!
I am beat; it has been an extremely b.u.s.y.d.a.y. for me here
on the home-front and I was not up to standing up any longer than necessary,
and especially not up to cooking. And I didn’t feel up to driving across town
to pick up an order of Fried Liver either at the Indy Way Diner. So I made a
trip to my garden area and cut some Deer Tongue Lettuce which was really too
young to cut yet, and made myself a chicken and cheese sandwich for Dinner:
DEER TONGUE LETTUCE - I cut some for Dinner
Peppered Chicken, Cheddar Cheese & Deer Tongue Lettuce Sandwich; BBQ Stax Potato Chips, & Blueberry Yogurt. Supper tonight.
Pretty, red, MASCARA LETTUCE - I can't wait for this one to mature enough to dig into!
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