RETURN TO NORMAL

Well everything is back to normal at The Home. I knew this quiet and apparent peace could not last forever, and it hasn’t.

Let’s start with Garden Wars. The powers that be finally enforced a statement in our lease by making everyone remove all the junk stored in front of their cars. It didn’t affect me so I really didn’t care. Some had so much stuff there was little room for their car. Two of our residents had so many garden tools they could have opened a garden supply store. They convinced the Housing Authority to install two sheds for the tools. Today, they wanted locks on the sheds (which are stored in the garage). No one doubts that they want locks so they can each have a shed just for their things. However, they were told if locks were put on they would have to distribute keys to all the gardeners. That issue is quieted for the moment but with the gardening season well underway there are still six spots not being used. Our two master gardeners want them for themselves. No one knows how this will turn out. The next fight will be the limited room in the tool sheds. Haven’t heard anything yet, but it’s coming.

Chas has already been under attack. They have four garden boxes that are raised for use by those in wheelchairs or those who cannot bend over. The dirt did not arrive when it was promised and the female master gardener demanded that he move his plants as they were in her way. I don’t know how much more out of the way they could get. They were all sitting in their pots under his box. Of course, Chas has a hair trigger mouth that snaps and bits in a slit second. I don’t know what he said, but they are not speaking. May that continue throughout the summer!

There is a small group who want the right to use the BBQ grill whenever they want. They will not come to the regular Thursday night BBQ’s. That’s because they don’t care for the people who come to that one. The powers that be struggle with allowing them that privilege as they will have to purchase more propane We may also run out of propane for the regularly scheduled times. The battle goes on.

We had a reconciliation counselor speak at the monthly meeting today. I regret missing the meeting but had no choice — the meeting interfered with my regularly schedule nap. Yes, I could have had a nap later, but I have problems with this counselors. I do not like his method (yes singular). He does not know how to bring things to an end. He does not know when to stop. I benefited by missing the meeting.

It’s so good to be back to normal. I missed the manipulation, the behind the scenes plotting, the gossip, the anger and hostility. It is so nice to see the place back to all the same old shenanigans. Life is good.