More than one thing is off our collective backs. We wrapped up the floors tonight and maybe they’ll come in to clean, for all our care, I just want the furniture put back to where it used to be. I’ll clean up the mess with Jennifer since I’m discovering all the personal belongings they destroyed. No shit, a pitcher and my favorite pasta boiling pan were shanghai’d into mixing grout. So pissed! The cats are very happy though. They can finally roam about the whole house after being cooped up in one room or another for hours/days on end. It was the hardest on Isis since it meant she had to be in the open and let us know, she actually loves Agamemnon as a little brother for snuggling.
I forgot to mention how I’m getting grief from the HOA, yes, I live with one of these archaic scams. They had their undies in a bunch over my dumpster. It left Saturday, before the deadline in which they’d fine me or a second letter. I don’t know and I don’t care. Jennifer’s POD arrived in time to take its place and there’s already their Gladys Kravitz whining over it. They consider this an continuing offense. I’m going with Tom Hanks’ lawyer logic from Bridge of Spies, no HOA, the dumpster is one incident, it’s gone. The POD is a new thing for you to bitch about because it’s a different kind of eyesore. That felt great! I need to find others to band together to dissolve the useless corporation without having to pursue the destruction of our so-called park. It’s really just a giant empty lot dog owners use as a giant toilet.
Pictures will happen, probably after we get Jennifer moved in and enough furniture is in place to show off Castello di Maggi! Soon to be the Second Maggi Republic!