Longview has set the month of September aside
as ‘2019 City Beautiful Month’. The kicker is that MOST OF WHAT NEEDS TO BE
CLEANED UP IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE PICKED UP BY THE CITY “for free”. True to form, the
old adage {if it advertises for free, it’s gonna cost ‘ya} rings
true during this {free} city beautification month:
It was ‘dumpster day’ at the Park today …
… so, into the back end of my car I wrestled the
kitchen stool I don’t need after our kitchen remodel – and loaded the paint
cans the previous owner left for us to take care of; and went looking for the
drop-off location. I find it, and THERE IS NO LITTLE TRAILOR for the paint
deposit.
I go to the Office to ask if there is another
drop-off location, and am told, “No; but the little trailer is at the dump
in town.” This is the mentality we, here at the park, have to deal with on
a daily basis.
I just look at Candy. I want to say, “You’re
kidding, right? We only have a very small window to drop this stuff off (exactly
2 hours in the morning), and you’re sitting there telling me the trailer is
still in town. At the dump, instead of being here, where it is supposed to be?”
But, I don’t open my mouth to say those things – the LAST THING I WANT TO DEAL
WITH that early in the morning is Candy’s crappy attitude.
I get back in my car, drive to the dumpster
locale and leave the paint cans there, by the dumpster, with the kitchen stool:
The stool is practically as tall as I am –
and dumpster is at least 6-7 feet tall, so there is no way I can heave the
stool into the dumpster. And the little trailer isn’t even on Park premises: LET
CANDY DEAL WITH the fallout if there is any; I can’t put my life on hold just
because Candy can’t coordinate a simple thing like having the trailer on
premises AS PROMISED so that park residents can dispose of refuse – AS PROMOTED
BY LONGVIEW AND THE PARK MANAGEMENT.
When I get back home, and am taking off my
coat, I saw that my White Christmas Cactus had a blossom on it – the only
bright thing in my day so far ;-)
While in the bedroom, I finally tackled ‘the
yellow pencil’: this pencil was the last thing Bob used before he went into the
hospital last August 29th, 2018. As you can see, there is quite a
dust build-up on his wooden dresser Valet he inherited from his Grandfather Smalley
in 1981, after Henry died. I have avoided touching, moving, or using Bob’s
yellow pencil during these 12 months; I didn’t even dust the Valet. Every time
I got close to the dresser – or passed it as I walked through the bedroom, my
eyes would deliberately avoid looking directly at the pencil. I just couldn’t.
I didn’t want to think about the last time Bob touched that pencil.
But, this afternoon, I touched it.
I used it.
Laying ghosts to rest is gonna cost ‘ya. To
effectively lay ghosts to rest, you have to look the past in the face, deal
with it, and start living in the present. It sounds easy-peasy – but it isn’t.
That pencil was the last thing Bob touched before Ron Cook & Candy Scott
tore our lives apart with their insane egomania.
It took a tremendous amount of willful
determination to touch it, pick it up, and use it.
It cost me.
Eventually, the Valet will get dusted, now
that it is no longer taboo …
I made some calls inquiring about Bazaar dates
and table fees too, and those calls got through … but ALL calls stopped after
those calls because a heavy cloud cover moved over the sky directly above our
home and reception was practically nil:
Around Suppertime, 2 big helicopters flew
over the house, so low under the heavy cloud cover that shrouded the sky, that
the roof vibrated. It looked like they were headed towards Willow Grove; they
flew back over the house about 35 minutes later; don’t know if this was a
military drill, or if someone drowned at Willow Grove. All I know for sure was
that the helicopters were L.O.U.D. when they passed by …
