So, the Prius went back on Wednesday. I’m a bit heart-broken over it but…well, the return was super easy and quick. My son’s girlfriend followed me down there so I wasn’t stuck in Auburn, which I greatly appreciate. The upside is that I found a car the day before the Prius went back to the dealership.
This is my 2002 Ford Taurus. She has 165,000 miles on her, but seems to drive pretty well. I think it may have lost a weight on one of its front tires so I am going to take it to a tire store and have them balance it. She drives straight as an arrow, no hands on the steering wheel, and has some pep to her. I will definitely need to do an oil change and flush and refill the cooling system, but, other than that, I think we will be good to go for a bit. I have decided to call her Dahlia.
My best friend’s son is getting married tomorrow. The wedding isn’t until evening time and it is supposed to rain tomorrow, pretty steadily. I have to be honest and say that I really don’t feel like going. I love her son very much – we have always had our own bond, and his fiancée seems nice enough. My not wanting to go has nothing to do with them. I’m in a little bit of a funk over the whole car thing and don’t really want to stand outside in the rain. He would never forgive me if I didn’t go and I would feel horrible for not going, so go I will. I had planned on wearing a nice Summer dress, but, with the rain, I am going to have to rethink what I am going to wear.
We had some wild daisies growing in our yard. When Lance mowed, he mowed around them because I asked him to. The evening before last, the neighbor, the hanger right next to us, rode his mower out over to them and mowed them down. To be completely honest, I wanted to go over, punch him in the face, and ask him if he was going to mow the rest of my lawn, too. A plethora of cruel comments and names raced through my mind. I still haven’t quite let it go, yet, either.
When I got home from my clean, yesterday, I walked out to where the daisies were and took a look at the flower carnage. Part of me, most of me, wants to go plant a few of my sunflowers over there and surround them with cinder blocks. Placing a sign on one of them, with not nice things on written on it, crossed my mind, as well.
I know I should let it go, but I just can’t seem to do that, right now. It’s a little thing, in the overall scheme of things. I know this, but I can’t seem to be in that mind frame. I think the fact that it is just one of those small things is part of what makes it so damn aggravating for me. My yard, a little extra bit of pretty provided by nature, not in the air strip part of the yard, not obstructing the vision of any pilot flying in or out of here. It was just a malicious act of no design other than just to be a jerk.
Part of my mind is planning all out warfare – plant 100, tall, flowering plants in his yard, each plant surrounded by its own cinder block barrier, cemented with rebar into the ground. No, I’m not going to do that but a whole lot of me wants to put everything else, all of my responsibilities, on hold in order to make that happen. It’s not rational, I know, but that doesn’t change the way it feels. Maybe it just feels like the one thing that I’m not happy about going on in my life that I could possibly do something about that represents my displeasure about it – something I really don’t have to just left foot, right foot through. Yes, I want to put down adulting for a moment and have a full on temper tantrum. It’s where I’m at.
The HOA at the condo complex that I clean the common areas has hired a new property management company, and the HOA wants the new property management company to start soliciting bids from other cleaning companies to take over the common areas. We aren’t out, yet. My employer has been talking with the new property management company, establishing who we are, what we do, how long we have been cleaning the common areas, etc. Thankfully, the person of contact at the property management company loves my employer already, so is trying to work things just to keep us on. This means I have to be a bit extra detailed in the clean, doing a few extras just to keep us looking good, but it will be worth it if we keep that account. The contact also recognizes that the buildings are aging, showing signs of wear, and more than likely has more to do with any dissatisfaction the HOA members may be having than a lack of me doing my job. If this account goes away, so does my income that I can count on. One more thing to add to the stress pile that seems to be growing rapidly, lately.
Well, that said, I have some buildings to clean. Have a great day, Everyone!!