So Far, So Good?

Well, I'm still awake. I went up to the office but it was closed. Summer hours so it opens at 9am, not 8. Fine. So I came back here and raided the garage. I found a 2 liter bottle of cola I didn't know I had and fished out another fish dinner. Not the repulsive fish sticks I had last night so maybe this will be edible. On the down side there's no brownie. I ambled over to get my mail which, of course, is mostly advertising. There was an odd piece though since I could feel what seemed like a credit card. It seems my ATM card expires the end of next moth. How nice of them to remember for me. I didn't realize it even had an expiration date.

I checked the few remaining items in the pantry. The oatmeal is still good as if the corn bread mix--I think. I think my stuffing mix is good through October and that about covers it. I went up to the office dreading it would be occupied with the absent-minded one in need of retirement. I know Duckie will be crushed but she wasn't there. Instead it was the woman who lives on-site. She doesn't seem the sharpest tool--she was the one who couldn't find my rent check a few months ago--but I was able to get a photocopy and she signed it. I had to ask for the photocopy. I missed my usual cat chat. Maybe next month.

I returned and checked my email. Look! It's an email from the power company. It says my bill is available. Due mid-late August. Well, it seems I checked the site on Sunday before all bits of it got caught up with amounts and dates. See earlier entry for that stresser.

Someone had carelessly tossed a lotion bottle in the new plants, just passed a set of dumpsters. It was there when I went up to the office at 8am and not there before 10am. Someone actually picked it up and, seemingly disposed of it! Amazing. I don't know if it was one of the maintenance folks or dog walkers. Doesn't matter, really. There were no cookies in the office and the community kitchen is out of Splenda. There were some yogurt bars so I picked up one of each flavor. Maybe I'll like them.

As I think about it, really, everyone should be able to live like this. I mean, generally, it's a pleasant place. The staff are fine and the residents pretty much keep to and police themselves. It's this last part that makes me like living here. Sure, there were the unruly folks in the pool that one night and the angry guy storming off another but that's two incidents in seven months neither of which amounted to more than noise. In both cases, had I been sleeping like a normal person, I'd probably been completely unaware. Ok, I forgot the garage "break-ins" a few weeks after I moved in but that was addressed with changes to the side doors and it was more pranking than anything as nothing appeared to have been taken other than a box of diapers.

It's more pleasant than living at the house where I had to listen to obnoxious children, pets and face the dread of the ringing doorbell. Kitty has taken up her usual haunt for an afternoon nap, her chair in the lounge. I might turn in soon.