It’s a lazy hot afternoon in August and I am sitting about reading a
novel
(One by Richard Bach) and wondering what else I should be doing
I just had a gin and tonic with fresh lime and some smoked salmon
And I am feeling relaxed and perhaps feeling in the mood for a nap
I’ve been editing my own novel (The Legend of Brady Madden,
Bigfoot Hunter) to get it ready for readers …
Bigfoot Hunter) to get it ready for readers …
However, it’s in the 90s today, so I need a break!
My cats, Oliver and Winston have melted into the carpet
There will be no action from them until night fall
It is finally quiet here, after a morning of loud blowers that
The landscapers use to torture the
inhabitants with
And to think I pay monthly dues to be subjected to this!
I plan to sell in a couple years and move to a quiet place
In the country
I live in a condo, so I cannot put up an air conditioner in
the window…must swelter and be uncomfortable
The Nazi Board keeps raising the dues and doing unnecessary
work to justify it
They march the property as if they own the place (like we are
apartment dwellers, not owners!)
The laws are murky, so nobody does anything about it
I have written to my congress people and been ignored
I have asked for the financials and the meeting minutes
from the board and been ignored!
I have fantasies of beating the daylights out of the ringleader
I will not- I am a peaceful sort
I am thinking of spending some savings on an attorney
I will not have anything to talk about
until the board gives me the
information I ask for
Is this really the land of the free?
I guess I had better get brave!
Raintreepoet, contemplating.
