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Ooops! I Did It Again!

Britney Spears can not sing worth a hoot, btw.

Once again, I have not written in weeks. I wish I could tell someone, I really don’t have time for rheumatoid arthritis right now, give this to me when I’m 90. One of the wonderful side effects of swollen wrist joints is carpal tunnel syndrome. It really is not fun to sit and type. I still have lots to say, I just can’t type.  I also get to wear special gloves and ace bandages on my forearms.

On the home front, our neighbors on both sides of our house down here are not speaking to us. They are sisters, and their combined age must be nearing 160. One of their husbands is at least 87. We found him sitting on our deck in one of our chairs last week. 🙂 We just waited with him until his wife found him.

So, the only one speaking to us has Alzheimer’s. The reason for this shunning? Our deck. Apparently, it’s a monstrosity, and it’s on our neighbor’s property. News to us. My husband and I measured the distance between our house and theirs about 1,000 times and made sure we never crossed into their yard. In fact, instead of being on the property line, our garden and deck end eight inches on our side.

The other tidbit is technically, it’s neither of our yards. These are mobile homes, and we own the house, not the land. We don’t own the yard, trees or flowers we plant, the deck we built, or the driveway. Technically, she has nothing to complain about because neither of us owns anything once we step out of our homes.

The day we found Eddie on our deck, the two sisters and husbands went out to breakfast. They have been going to a diner named Rosie’s  every.single.day  for the three years we’ve had the house down here. We were of the topic of conversation. We were probably the topic for days, since Bitch Thelma has a tendency to rant on once she decides to hate you. Bitch Thelma, ragged on so much that Ed started having chest pains and had to go to the hospital! Jeeze, enough already. Now he has to wear a heart monitor because his sister-in-law couldn’t shut up about us!

I emailed Bitch Louise, her sister, and explained how we did not build or plant anything on Bitch Thelma’s property. I received a missive back that basically said I’m not interested in this topic, don’t talk to me ever again. Nice.

We have officially named the deck The Monstrosity. I enjoy saying things like, “I think I’ll go sit on The Monstrosity for a while. I try saying this when Bitch Thelma’s husband is around. He’s not talking to us either, so he must suffer, too.

The pic of the deck is awful, I know. I am usually very good with my Big Girl Camera, but apparently the house and deck were tilted when I took the picture. The PVC furniture adds a nice touch, doesn’t it? We’re bringing down nice stuff in January, and staining the deck a grayish color to make it less noticeable. If BTcould have waited for the end result, and not pitched a fit… Oh well, f*** them if they can’t take a joke.

That’s it for now, over and out.

Patty

Deck 1

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Long Time, No Type

Forgive me for not writing within the past month:

Here are some good and true excuses:

The heat index has been 95F since we got here in August, and my fingers slip on the keys because I am one giant sweat ball.

My doctor in Delaware lied. Florida weather is not making my RA better, it’s made it worse. I get carpal tunnel ever time I type, so it makes writing a whole lot less fun.

My husband The Big Guy feels I must go with him on every.trip.to.home.depot even if it’s three times in one day. I need to cut the cord. With a hedge trimmer.

We are starting a small booth in an antique store down here in FL, so worry about that has taken up some time.

I’ve had too much fun giving the Civic Association’s home page on FB too much of a hard time to type. Most of the people on there are stuck in their ways. I’ll have to tell you about the woman who thought poisoning stray cats here was ok another time.

I’ve gotten hooked on Veronica Mars, and am now starting to watch it all over from the pilot episode.

TBG and I have begun a life of crime. Ralph moved. We never met him, but his gf had sex in our house with a known felon. I know it wasn’t Ralph’s fault that his slutty girlfriend cheated on him, but it’s guilt by association. He’s moved, his house is vacant, and he has good plants. I now have a Mexican post cactus and several agaves.

End of excuses.

It’s nice to start writing again here. I will be happier when the weather cools down, which should right around Halloween when we will be leaving. Never fails. Crazily, we will be coming back about a week later, laden with vintage stuff to sell in our little shop at the antique store. Basically, we will either stuff all of our bins of collectibles into our van, or if they don’t fit, rent a trailer.

We have a new best friend down here. His name is Terry, and he has had fun suggestions of things to do down here. He’s lived in FL three years longer than us, so he knows cool places. Yesterday, we went to the Chiluly Exhibit in downtown St. Petersburg.

Pattyargon tumbleweed

So, Is It a Good Idea to Take a Shower in a Thunderstorm?

Double Rainbow June 30 2014

No. I checked on Snopes.com, which is by the way a great site to see if the email you got about how Coke can melt asphalt is true or not (it’s not). I did take a very stressful shower. I was waiting for lightening to come out the toilet (Snopes says that has happened), or something equally alarming. 

I spent the better part of a very close thunderstorm in one of the laundry rooms in our development. It was fun, after the initial cracks of thunder and seeing lightening touching down. There are water filters in the laundry rooms where you can get “filtered” water for drinking. I wouldn’t do it if I was paid. The one by the laundry by us (We have our own washer and dryer, but we still enjoy a frequent snoop) is so filled with algae growth you cannot see through the tubing. A friend pointed out that the other laundry rooms have filters with covered hoses so they are cleaner. How??? In what possible way??? You just cannot see the slime growing because it’s behind an attractive grey hose. 

Our neighbor appears to be out to get us. He is 97 years old, and he rides his bike 10 miles a day. He seems like such a nice guy, but we found out this trip to FL that he has reported us to the office about FIVE times!!! For what, you ask??? For parking in front of our own house on the street. Apparently, the powers that be (PTB) changed the rules so that you can only have your car on the street for FIVE minutes!!!  I feel he’s in there with binoculars waiting for us to break the law. 

You know what I saw tonight after the first thunderstorm? Double rainbows. Very, very cool.

See you later, Alligator. 

The Next Person Who Says, “Is It Hot Enough for You?”, Will Be Summarily Executed!

Yes, it is hot enough for me. Beyond enough. Probably 20F hotter than I could possibly enjoy. On the good side, everywhere we are going to be today will be inside, and our AC is still chugging along. This is a minor miracle in itself, because the last two times we came down here, it did not work.

I am not really complaining, merely whining. Hey, I brought my Mustang down here so I can drive down here in the fall and winter with the top down. If I did that in Delaware, 15 inches of snow would fall directly on the driver’s seat. 

I am an Army Brat. Although it’s been years since I held a ration card or walked onto an Army post, it affected my life so profoundly, I feel proud to say that I had that experience. OK, enough expounding. When I was living in Korea and my dad was a commanding officer, I did something with one of my two best friends that might have gotten my dad written up. Seriously. Back then kids could indeed do something that would get their dad reassigned to some place like Guam.

Back to the snow and Korea. Barbi and I were typical 15 year olds. We were inseparable. We egged each other on. It starts snowing in October in Seoul. We walked around base a lot because for some reason we both felt the Teen Club was too scary to ever enter. 

We were walking to our homes, when we saw a Military Police jeep running and empty, in front of the PX. For whatever not-too-bright reason, we began FILLING the jeep with snow as fast as could! We had both seats full up to the roof before the two MPs came running out of the PX, cursing at us. We went running home, absolutely joyous. The MPs were still shoveling out the jeep when we disappeared down the hill to safety. 

The reason for this little memory. I am a winter person. I like ice and snow. Stay cool out there. 

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