THE DAY STARTED SO GOOD: And Went Bad by Nightfall

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ms1MY9SP7f4)

There was a LOT happening in my small corner of the world, today.

First off, this morning – while there was a brief reprieve from the rain that has steadily been falling, I pulled some clothes on and jumped (okay – I actually walked/slid slowly) into the car; and drove to the lower end of Pacific Way Trail.

The goal was to make it as far as the first bend of the graveled trail … and then turn around, and come back home.

Dike Hike today.

Baker's Corner Breakfast Casserole.

Original 'goal' plan ...

When I reached the first bend … I was feeling so good, and moving so freely/loosely, that I decided to push the envelope – and go another bend.

I ended up doing this 5 x 😉

Decision to push on a little further.

I did this the entire dike walk ...

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7-8rfGGnd0)

Learning to use 'granny mode' speed.

Ducks congregating in someone's backyard pond ...

Fuzzy-wuzzy-woolly-bear-caterpillar. All along the 45-minute walk, I saw 5 fuzzy-wuzzies bravely maneuvering the foot traffic.

Fuzzy-wuzzy-woolly-bear-caterpillars will turn into Isabella Tiger Moths in the Spring, if they survive ‘til then.

I reached the end of this section. I would have reached it sooner if I could have fired up my foot jets; but I was doing the granny mode.

Tagging the gate ... Bob and I always did this. A silly carry-over from our youth.

Black, gray and white duck: seen on the way back to the car.

Backtracking the graveled trail to the car, I came to the conclusion that my body is developing a brat complex; it wants to run my life, and will kick up a fuss if I try to do what I want with my body …

My body is taking revenge now when I override the pain warnings ...

I need to discipline that brat and get it under control!

When I got back home, I got back to work on the mitts I have been designing and crafting since the 19^th of this month.

MOD Mitts. Working on the finger portion. (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/12/finding-joy-in-mundane.html)

Almost finished ... tomorrow, for sure.

Due to the walk this morning that cut into my designing/crafting time, they will not be completed until tomorrow.

I’m okay with that: as long as they are finished for my New Year walk with my SIL, I’m in no rush.

As I was throwing clipped yarn ends in the garbage, and bagging the garbage for the outside trash cans … a movement in my peripheral vision, caught my attention.

Immediately I was concerned.

Then, the concern morphed into straight-on pissed.

For a few red-hot moments, I let my thoughts entertain the vision of steam rolling up the street, dragging candy’s fat ass out of her house – and beating the living hell out of her.

I was that pissed.

The action would be justifiable.

But I don’t fancy spending Christmas in jail.

That house next door has been an eyesore, and a constant bitch from everyone in the Park: and candy does not enforce the Park Rules in regards to that rotting rat hole.

It is clear the place needs to be condemned and removed. Houses like that one, are not to be in this Park – Park Rules.

Yet, every year, it stays.

And gets worse.

A few weeks ago, tessa hired a sloppy roofer to come lay tarp over the entire length of her roof: obviously the roof is leaking, which means the inside must be a slimy mess – like the outside.

The rainstorm racing through here is literally tearing the tarp … and the poles that are supposed to keep the tarp laid down … off the roof.

That there is even tarp over the roof, is against Park Rules. The shoddy work was a disaster waiting to happen, from the get-go.

It’s a dangerous mess.

If that pole rips free, there is a good chance it will hit my car.

And more flying crap could damage my house roof.

I am seriously pissed at how far candy has allowed this deterioration to escalate.

tessa’s rat-hole is the only house in the entire 800+ Park that looks like this; and candy turns a bind eye to it … while slapping everyone else with citations for piddly “offenses”.

Bob was killed by the stress candy brought to our front porch August of 2018 – over ridiculous pettiness that was proven bogus.

This is ridiculous.

But this … this obvious offense, next door … she totally blows off, and bitchily ignores.

In the vid, the slimy black mold is clear to see – and candy’s lie that “it was professionally cleaned” is also very clear to see.

This whole mess is not okay.

Everyone in the Park has walked past tessa’s house gawking at the mess, and the tarped roof.

I KNOW candy has been hearing other tenants grumbling and complaining about the eye-sore.

I'm scared to go to sleep while that thing is hanging and whipping in the wind.

Unacceptable!

This is not acceptable.

Heron Pointe is generally a well-maintained Park; except for the rat-trap next door, that belongs to candy’s Park pet.

I am seriously pissed right now.

And if my car or house is damaged because of candy’s refusal to bring her pet to heel … I will hire a Lawyer and sue the hell out of tessa, candy, and the Park owners.

I woke up in good mood this morning

The good mood held, until 4:15 PM.

All the ‘good’ dissipated when night fell.

I don’t know what I will see tomorrow morning, but I know what will happen if the worst happens: candy’s cherry-picking “rules” will be flipped, and the bitch will come out in me like she’s never seen before.

I don’t relish that side of me … and for the better part of 44 years, she was dormant – but I’m not afraid to call her to the forefront when she is needed.

Hopefully the pole will drop to the ground without damaging anything of mine: and the tsunami me will not be awakened.

I really miss Bob in times like this.