CASE OF THE MISSING BENCH

I caved! Checked my blood sugar level and it was better than I thought. 170. Should have been worse. The only think I can say is that while I way over did the sugar, I didn't eat that much. My morning number was 92. Excellent. I guess I can have the rest of the cheesecake for breakfast (just joking).

Anger is a weird thing around here. Makes people act like preschoolers. There are a few shopping carts around here. There are very useful for bring groceries or packages or anything that is a little heavy back to our apartments. They have all been stored in the garage of the other building. Our maintenance man thought it would be nice if one were kept in our building for those coming directly into our place. We have an air trap at the front - you know a space between the outer door and the inner door. It is reasonably large and there was plenty of room for the cart. Hazel did not like the appearance of the cart there so moved it outside. No, no, no. You can't move things you don't like. However, that is her mode of operation. She takes down notices that she does like or seem cluttered. She takes them down during her night wanderings before the event. If she finds more than one in the building she removes that ones she determines useless.

Our maintenance man moved the cart back in the air lock and put a sign up to leave it where he put. That did not set well with Hazel. About a year ago she found a small bench that was being discarded by another resident and brought it over for people to sit on in cool weather while waiting for a ride. Very thoughtful and very useful. But the bench is now gone. It disappeared that day the cart was returned inside and the note to leave it alone appeared. Most unusual! The complex detectives jumped on the case. Magnifying glasses were pulled out, the area was dusted for finger prints, and a full out bench hunt was begun. We were all beating the weeds to find it. No where to be found! When that occurs there is only one thing left to do. Guess what happened and make accusations and get the gossip mill working overtime. May not be useful, but it fills time. The suspect list was very narrow. All fingers pointed to the same suspect. Let us say, "The usual suspect." The one who does things for vengeance. The one who does things as a form of pouting. The one who does things to get even or when she does not get her own way. The decorator who deemed the appearance ugly. Poor Hazel, but it is most likely true. No one else here would care.
If it's not in her room, she took it to the dump. That is just this inspectors opinion.