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.
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 😉
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 …
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 19th of this
month.
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.
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.
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.
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.
