Hattie, Rock, and Geezers

This is the end of another week. Three more weeks, one week end, and one more sleep and we will be free to go………providing there are no more down times for the equipment. I went with Ken today, just to see who all was around and see who there was to chat with. Not many. And everything was running early, so he was finished before his appointment started.

The weather has become quite comfortable. Right now at 4:30 it is just 77 outside!!

Hattie has ceased to be a novelty!! After determining that management was simply trying to placate me with a lot of lip service, I took matters into my own hands. She had her door wide open and was ranting and raving about nine on Wednesday evening. Now keep in mind that her first words to anyone is that she is hard of hearing!! I walked alongside her motor home and tapped twice on the side – she responded immediately, even though she couldn’t see me, her television was on, and she was ranting. I asked if she would close her door, and she said she would. Then she asked me if I was going to bed. I said, “No, I’m trying to read and you are being too loud.” She said, “I’ll cool it.”
All day yesterday I didn’t even see her and her car never moved. Now today, she has gone someplace, but I haven’t heard a word out of her. I suspect the calm is short-lived, but I will simply repeat my actions. I don’t fully understand what is going on, but I am beginning to think she is dumb like a fox.

Last Sunday we decided to take a drive to Big Bear Lake since the crowds should be gone, and it would be cool. About 15 miles out of town, we rounded a curve and hit a rock that had fallen. The noise to the underside of the car was deafening, and the estimate from the VW dealer was heart-stopping - $900 – all because of a piece of rock about the size of a gallon milk jug. So next Thursday is repair day. We can drive it around town, but we aren’t going to take it out on the interstates.

Our friend, Sharon Jayne, turned the big 6-O this month, so Bob threw a surprise party for her last night. We didn’t know anything about it (and could not have been in attendance since we aren’t even in the state of Washington), but I happened to call just as they got home. She said there were about 80 people there, and she was completely surprised. It’s safe to tell her age because she says she doesn’t read my blog!

Just a little over a week before Karen gets here, and I can hardly wait. Oh for some girl talk and wine time. Every time I am out walking in this park I encounter another old geezer with a scraggly beard, dirty fingernails, and cigarette in his hand. Actually, I’ve only encountered two of those, but this place is pretty heavily populated with men – and not a one that I would trade Ken for.

Have a good weekend.

Ciao