Showing posts with label Decorating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Decorating. Show all posts

Thursday, December 8, 2011

ITS NOT BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS

My blog makes no real contribution to life and culture. It began as one old man blabbering on and on about the humor I see in life. Some of the humor that I once saw is turning to sorrow. And from my perspective it is caused by a life without God. The inability to forgive is painful and brings pain not just to the person not being forgiven, but to the entire unit where the bitter one lives. People are afraid to move, to act, to plan, because of one persons poison.

The home has been decorated beautifully each year. It took longer than usual to get going because of the actions of one person last year. That person sees themselves as the keeper of the decoration and the public areas of the building. Things only go where she says they go. Bi creativity was allowed last year so no one was willing to help her this year. When she finally shut herself in her room out of anger, everyone else got together and decorated out building. And frankly, it looks better that ever.

None of this progress is evident in the main building. The resident who manages the kitchen and makes sure there is coffee every morning, appears to also be the keeper of the Christmas decorations. She is angry this year and she does not want to put up Christmas decorations yet - an so no one wants to cross her so no decorations have gone up. Her anger is stupid (but then most anger is stupid). He wants a man in her life and has decided which man (not me, thankfully). The man has told her it will never happen. HOWEVER (and this is important) he continues to treat her like the love of his life. His words and actions are in conflict. So she is taking her anger out on everyone, and everyone is letting her.

It is not beginning to look al lot like Christmas in the main building, but it is over here. But even here, bitterness has raised its ugly head. Chas decorated the hall on the first floor with garland and ornaments. It looks real nice. There is an inset in front of all our apartments and most people decorate that are their selves. Two apartments were already decorated when Chas got started so he left them alone. In fact, he bought garland to match theirs. He ran that garland everywhere except directly in front of his arch enemies place. However, he did run it around a corner into her area. The lady kindly asked her housekeeper if the garland could be removed as she wanted to decorate her own area. It was a reasonable request. The house keeper took care of the problem for Chas. When she told him what had happened, he wanted to go out and tear it all down. He was talked out of that, but went and cut a large section off that was approacher her apartment. It now looks terrible. He ruined the whole affect because of his over reaction and anger.

When he does that, which is more often than even he admits, people pull away from him and he sulks off to have his own little pity party. He never keeps that party quiet. He tells a few friends how hurt he is and that no body likes him (if no one likes him why does he tell anyone - he would likely have no friends to tell)? The point is to get some people to tell him they like him and beg him to be part of things. I for one am tired of his manipulation. And so are some others. He has a way of turning a nothing item into a huge issue. He keeps thinking he his going to be thrown out. Keep it up and he will.

I have talked to him so many times about this and he agrees while we are together, but acts as though he has no memory of it a few minutes later. This last escapade will send him into retreat in his little apartment. He wanted to go see the lights in another week and I am driving the bas just so he can go. It is likely he will be too embarrassed to go and will blame it on something else. He causes many of his own problems. Gail will tell him straight out and I am going to tell him tonight. This has got to stop.

Of course, like a two year old, I will tell him again and again until it sinks in. I pray that happens soon - for my sanity.

The lack of trust leads to seeing everything with an ulterior motive. Ever action is questioned and the sincerity is doubted. That comes from their own self hatred. They don't believe any compliment or good deed. People begin to wonder what the point is. There is an air of oppression at The home emanating from three people. That is a cancer that is infecting everything.

Monday, March 21, 2011

NEW CARPET

We are getting new carpet in the public areas of the main building in The Home. One can only laugh at the responses. Understand, people have complained about the stains and wear since I moved in (2 ½ years). Now that it's here?????

They started on the third floor hallway. Why do I have to move my things out of the hallway? Aren't they just carpeting the floor? Why do things have to come off the wall? Can’t the carpet layers just move my things when they get to my doorway? I'm having trouble getting in and out of my apartment. Can't they do this at night? I don't want to be kept up with their noise all night. Can't they do something about the smell? I hate that odor. Why is it almost the same color? Couldn't they have changed the color? I never liked that color. When is it going to be done? They are moving very slow. How do I get out of my place when they are right in front of my door? Duh - you can't. Why didn't we get a scheduled of what and when they would do each portion of the job? Did you know they were approaching your area? Yes! Why didn't you leave your room before they blocked you in? I didn't have to leave yet? You could have waited downstairs early. Why would I do that when I can see my ride coming from my apartment? You can see them arrive from the lobby. Stop! Enough. That's just the comments on the top two floors. They moved to the main floor today and started in the commons room.

I didn't know they were coming here today. I made coffee. So what did you do? I put it in the kitchen. Can we get to the kitchen? Yes, but how will people know it's in the kitchen. You could put notes up or depend on their sense of smell. You can smell the coffee. But I have sweets with the coffee. If they find the coffee, they will find the sweets. I didn't know they were going to start here. None of us did. Well, I had to move all the decorations. There weren't very many things were there? No, but I had to do them all myself. You could have called some of us who come for coffee by 9:00. I was ready to come earlier. I didn't want to bother anyone. I'm sorry it was such a problem for you? It wasn't that big of a problem. Well was it or wasn’t it a problem?

I arrived first today. Person number two arrived - stood and looked at the taped off entrance. She must have been looking for a sign. She spoke to herself. Where's the coffee. Now, the hallway entrance to the kitchen is not a secret. I explained how to get to the coffee. When she returned to the pool table room where I was sitting alone she says, is this where we are sitting. Ahem, it's when I'm sitting and I am the only one here. Why is it being done today? I guess they are finished with the top two floors? Why did they start here? We get bread delivered the next two days. If they aren't finished I'm sure we can find someplace to put it. More people begin to arrive. The questions get repeated. Where's the coffee? How do we get there? Why are they carpeting here? All they are doing is laying the one color. I miss the green squares in front out our doors. I'm sorry. How long are they going to be? I've been here about 30 minutes and they have the carpet cut and are ready to glue it down. Why do they glue it down? How do they get the underlay down?

By this time, a property man has arrived in time to laugh at the question and explain the floors are concrete and must be glued down. No wonder it stinks. Why don’t they just stretch it over padding? And the questions roll on. Each new arrival wanted to know where the coffee was (follow your nose - I restrained myself). Why are they carpeting in the commons room? Why not the commons room? Where are we going to put the bread? Let’s just feed the bread to the birds. No I didn’t say it.

By this time I was ready to move the coffee pot into the pool table room and put signs everywhere I could think of. When I left about 1 1/2 hours after arrival, they were nearly finished with the commons room. I assume they are working from the back to the front. That meant the pool table room would be next. I have no idea why no one asked how there were going to move the pool table or where the carpet layers would put it. I really wanted to know but decided to keep my mouth shut. No one I knew there could answer that one.