Most every day, I hear the resident ducks quacking somewhere around this complex. Sometimes the alley. The other day I saw one in the pool.
The pupsters don’t know what to think when they hear the ducks. They look at one another, perplexed, then look at me.
It looks like they’ve sold this property to an investor group in California. Word is, they will be going through every single apartment next week.
That means the maintenance man will be moved to another property, as they plan on bringing in their own staff.
For me, that means they won’t be dealing with this tree that is so problematic on my patio. Or the roots underneath my bedroom. At least not this month as proposed.
I heard from Charlie next door that they plan on putting in new windows, which is good. But if they jack up the rent, that is bad. I’d rather have the old thin windows.
Most of the residents here are old and can’t afford much of an increase. I know I can’t.
Yes, it would be nice to have things fixed up. But not at our expense, which is what that usually means. So unless the sale falls through, that’s the latest.
It has rained and rained. Yesterday I saw hail falling as well. Probably about the size of nickels.
I have added compost to my containers, to improve the old soil from previous years.
I have now lived in this apartment three years this month. I moved in April 14, 2014.
The clematis blooms would have opened by now if we’d had more sun.
I cooked a crock pot of taco soup. I will let it cool and then put most of it in individual baggies and freeze for later meals.
I’ve just about eaten all the frozen meatloaf and cornbread that I cooked weeks ago.
The frozen TV dinners you buy at the grocery store are so full of sodium that I hesitate to eat them.
Do you cook meals to freeze? I only have a small freezer above my refrigerator like in most apartments, but I sure utilize it for freezing meals.
I finished Necessary Lies. It was such a wonderful read. I wish the story continued with these very special characters I came to love.
Now I’m reading this book by Dorothea Benton Frank, All The Single Ladies. I can’t tell much about it yet, as I’ve only read a few pages. So I’ll let you know once I’ve read more of it.