IS ANYONE THERE?

I realize I have been somewhat neglectful of daily posts. It’s not that I don’t want to do it, just wonder if anyone reads me any more. When I first started I got feedback from time to time. I know I’m not always interesting, but feedback does mean a great deal. I have responded to most of it, adding my own comments. Some of your comments have been very helpful to me personally. Others have been great fun. I guess we all need a little encouragement from time to time.

I always wanted to have at least ten followers. I’m only one short. How about one of you regular readers joining up? It costs nothing and I have no idea what you actually get, if anything. I’ve never signed up to follow another blog. I don’t want to so I can understand why you wouldn’t want to. What am I saying? Why would I ask anyone to do what I don’t want to do? Forget it. Don’t join. But do write an occasional comment. PLEASE!

I’m confused. I have offended more people by just assigning them a space for our Christmas bazaar next to someone they don’t like. I know there are plenty of people who don’t like plenty of other people and I thought I knew most of them, but I have been surprised. New animosities keep popping up. I have moved one lady twice and messed it up both times. I don’t know where else to move her too. Another has quit because I mover her. What a jerk. Even offering to move her back didn’t help. The offense was too great. Or brother!

When I moved into this building, it was portrayed as a very happy coexisting building — not like the other one. Admittedly it felt like that. Everyone at least talked to everyone else. Leslies was here and she annoyed me somewhat from the beginning, but I bit my tongue. Ignored her directives and smiled. I can still do that most of the time. When it gets too much, I avoid her.

But she now hates at least two others and walks around the building to the back if they are on the front porch. I can’t help it. I laugh out loud. She puts on such a grump that I want to tell her if she keeps that up her face is going to freeze that way. That’s what my mother told me. I think it did freeze.

Leslie has returned from her Alaska cruise and I have not yet had opportunity to talk with her. I’m not sure I want to. I have heard from the grapevine that it was wonderful. That may be all I want to know. I understand that her and Liz got along famously. I am very surprised to hear that and am suspicious that some thing is being covered up. A good detective would want to get to the bottom of this. I’m not sure I want that role just now. I think I’ll just stay out of the way.

I wrote to the big bosses to ask for money today. The last letter I wrote was in June and I never heard anything. Few in the big house ever respond to notes, letters, or emails. I think they just hope we will go away. Send checks of course. I have not aggressively pursued funds for our fun, but with two wheelchair residents who would like to go with us on some outing, use of the company van with space for two wheelchairs is important. Besides these people can be a lot of fun.
I am going to designate Wednesday “a day of whining,” at least until they answer my notes. I know pushing them too much will only may only bring a quick “NO.” I would like to avoid that, but no answer is a “NO.” I may as well make them say it so I can have even more reasons to complain about them.

More and more people are asking me questions about our future here. The big one is, will we get a manager? The answer is NO! We will be getting a warden with power to lock us in our apartments if necessary. Most don’t know whether to laugh or not. I can’t help them with that one. I treat it very seriously, even if it is wrong.