I have a couch, I have tea steeping (Yogi Tea "Chai Roiboos"), and I have cupcakes. Happy "Sundae"!
Despite what's proving to be an epic allergy attack, I managed to clean out what's about to be our new bedroom then reorganize/load up our new storage room yesterday. There are still a few things to go in one box to be lugged up there, and of course there are a couple of things that Didgeridoo Boy gets to move once he's up about about, but...damned if it's not time to FINALLY "flip the house" and start focusing on all of the fun stuff.
Since I'm already sneezing, and the weather's a lot cooler, I might have tried to do yard work this afternoon. But our wonderful next door neighbors, the ones with the "jungle path"? Evidently this path is very close to their hearts. I think they think it's a flower bed. Either that, or they are refusing to remedy the issue because they keep being told to remedy the issue. They can change a light bulb on their front porch. They can mow the grass, even, which almost made me faint. They finally, at long, long, long (like twelve months) last, turned on the sprinkler system yesterday morning. So why can't they take care of the weeds? Hate to say it, but my gut instinct is *because they are being repeatedly asked to because of us*. Oh, how I wish their lease would expire. Being a property owner next door to something that is bringing my property value down is teaching me so many lessons on so many levels - - and bringing out a side of me I never dreamed existed. The next HOA board meeting is this week. I'll be snapping updated photos of the path's further deterioration and sending them that way. The nonsense continues.
Okay. I have to go do something to unsuburbanize myself a bit. This entry has wound up scaring me.
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