When I saw the lawyer’s return address on the letter in our mailbox I knew something was up with the Home Owners Association [HOA].
I opened the envelope and began to read the letter + the attachments, written in legalese, describing what the HOA wants us, the homeowners, to decide about changing our by-laws.
I like our HOA. The people on it do a good job of informing us in a timely manner about break-ins and coyotes and streets under repair and pool closures. Things like that, plus they do a great job of keeping the entrances looking spiffy.
They earn their keep; however I find this proposed addition to the by-laws to be a dicey issue.
We are being asked as a group to decide if a registered sex offender [in any state] can buy or rent a house in this large subdivision.
I don’t know if there’s a right or wrong answer to this proposed addition to the by-laws because while it may be legal, this is a morally murky area.
I mean, if someone has done their time for their crime do we have the right to not let him or her live here? Or is this a high-handed way to snoop inside the lives of other people?
And further, what about domestic violence perpetrators with a police record? Or drunk drivers with multiple arrests? Do we refuse to allow them to live here? They worry me as much as, if not more than, registered sex offenders.
Like I said, no clear answer here– but a great topic of conversation. What say you to this? Comments are open below.
AS YOU MAY RECALL when last we met I was distraught about what I believed to be the demise of my precious desktop computer, Cora.
However, I was wrong about Cora. Allow me to explain.
You see, Zen-Den decided to help me by unplugging my phone charger from my computer and instead plugging it into the surge protector strip that is on the floor behind the desk on which Cora sits.
He did this so that the round phone charger could sit on the desktop farther away from the round stone coaster on which I put my beverage whilst typing on Cora. There was concern, well-founded, that I’d accidentally, absent-mindedly use the round phone charger as my coaster, thereby ruining the charger.
Nice thought, good intentions.
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THEN Z-D AMSCRAYED OFF to Colorado where he did Important Work Things leaving me with what seemed to be a dead computer sitting on the top of my desk. I, of course, did all the requisite things one does when one’s computer appears to have given up the ghost.
I double-checked that everything was plugged in. I banged on the keyboard. I checked the mouse battery. I turned the surge protector strip on and off.
I swore. I begged. I prayed.
And I texted Zen-Den who told me to do that which I’d already done, and that he’d look at Cora when he got back home at the end of the week.
Which he did.
But here’s the thing, when Z-D had added the phone charger plug to the surge protector strip, he moved all the plugs around on the strip to make them fit, not knowing there was a defective outlet on the strip.
Thus he inadvertently plugged Cora into an outlet that sent no electricity to her, so she did not work for me. However, when he repositioned her plug on the surge protector strip, she came to life. Like a miracle.
And there was joy in the land.
All of which brings me to the fact that I’m back to blogging, properly plugged in, happily engaging with Cora, and ready to share my own brand of flapdoodle & twaddle here.
We are experiencing technical difficulties here at Chez Bean. My desktop computer, Cora, has stopped working & I’m writing this post on a laptop that I believe does not have my best interests at heart.
Thus, instead of fighting with a machine that makes me snarly, I’m going to bug out of the blogosphere [again], returning in a few weeks when I have a new desktop computer.
[Don’t judge. Desktop is my preferred style of machine. Yes, I know it’s old school, but so be it.]
In the meantime may I suggest that you take a gander at my blogroll and go visit some of those fine folks. They have good things to say. In fact while you’re there be sure to tell them that I say “hi!”
Honestly, if it’s not one thing around here it’s another…
My late spring blogging hiatus is over. Because of the almost constant rain I [we?] didn’t accomplish everything I [we?] wanted to do, but I’ve researched that which has not been done and made plans about how to do it.
For me, a solutions girl, that’s a big deal.
So here’s what did happen: we got a new roof put on the house. And kids, that’s a noisy and messy thing to have happen. This is the third time in my life that I’ve had the pleasure of living in a house as a new roof is installed.
*bang, bang, bang*
Next time, should there be one, I’m going to a hotel for the duration. The 30 hours of noise involved in tearing off an old roof and then putting on a new roof made me anxious.
[Consider that the understatement of all time.]
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But wait, there’s more.
Try to contain your excitement has I tell you about a few other homeowner things we did whilst I was not here.
Z-D and I rebuilt a stone wall around the base of a huge tree that is terrace-adjacent;
he painted the inside of the screened-in porch and got the screens replaced; and
we chatted with various sales wonks, then ordered new windows for the front of the house because the current wooden ones are rotting.
In other words, not to put too fine a point on it, we spent a boatload of money on necessary home maintenance projects that will improve our lives, but said projects do not immediately bring joy to my heart.
Like a long vacay in Hawaii would. Or a first class excursion to London. Or a train trip across Canada.
[All expensive, potentially joyful, adventures that I long to do.]
But that’s what happens when you have a house you consider your home– and you are responsible adults who lack a fairy godmother to magically, in an instant, transform and repair your house with the flick of her wand.
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Question of the Day
So what’s new in your life? Anything magical? Tell me about it in the comments below. I feel so out of touch with everyone.
I LOVE OWNING a house in this suburb. I’m not being facetious here. Really, I do.
We are extremely lucky to live in a home built for us by a builder who was a pain in the ass to work with, but in the end he built a good solid house.
Comfortable and inviting. Most of the time.
However, last week after a huge spring thunderstorm our chimney started leaking water… again.
It’s been twenty years since we had this house built and this is not the first time this has happened. Nor is the first time I’ve been DISPLEASED about the drip… drip… drip… sound coming from rainwater as it runs down the inside of the chimney and drops onto the top of the metal chimney insert in the fireplace in the family room.
Drip… drip… drip…
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WE HAD THE chimney cap replaced about ten years ago and that took care of the drippy sounds back then. But there was large hail during this recent thunderstorm and I’m guessing that it damaged the chimney cap in such a way as to allow the water to drip… drip… drip… as water is wont to do.
In two weeks we’ll be meeting with a representative from the company that made the chimney cap and he’ll take a look at it. And also he’s going to give us an estimate about how much it’ll cost to have the roof replaced on the house because it’s getting close to the time to do that, too.
THAT BEING SAID FACETIOUSLY.
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NOW YOU ARE in the loop about what’s going on here in Chez Bean. As a loyal and true personal blogger I had to tell you, my gentle readers, because like they say, write about what you know.
And I know that you’re EITHER thinking to yourself thank goodness we don’t own a house OR you’re thinking to yourself about that sad time in your life when you had to shell out the big bucks for roofing repair &/or replacement.
Thus I shall end this post in which I’ve talked about the realities of life by telling you that when it is raining outside and I’m at home, I’m hiding in the rooms farthest away from the family room wherein the drip… drip… drip… is the loudest.
I went to the primary care doctor’s office for my annual physical.
I see a PCP, a woman, who is in her late 30s.She’s competent, engaging, and most importantly from my point of view, not an alarmist. Mellow about everything.
Anyhoo, I’m sitting there in the examination room with her and she’s looking at a computer screen, reviewing which doctors I see for annual check-ups. Which I do because I’m a dutiful adult patient who does what she’s told to do.
[Also because I’m a doctor’s daughter.And let me tell ‘ya, if as a child you listen to enough detailed dinnertime conversations about people who are icky sick because they didn’t go to their doctors for a regular check-up, then as an adult you make those time-consuming appointments with your doctors for your annual check-ups.]
Again, anyhoo, getting to what I want to tell you…
So my doc looks on her computer screen and confirms with me that I’m seeing a certain dermatologist.Let’s call him Dr. Face. She asks me which one of his associates I see when I go for my annual skin care check.I tell her I see him.
She stops what she’s doing, turns to me and says: “You see him?”
I say: “Yes.”
She says: “I go to that practice and I never get to see him.He’s the best, I wanna see Dr. Face, too.”
I say: “Yes, he’s good.”
She says: “But Dr. Face doesn’t do your procedures, right?Some other med assistant or doc does them?”
I say: “No, he does them.”
She says: “Well, how does that happen?Why does he work on you and not me?”
Then she says: “How’d you find him?”
I say: “You referred me.”
There is a long pause while she looks at my chart on the screen and I say nothing.
Then she says, more like a girlfriend than my doctor: “Well darn, I gotta refer myself.I’m jealous. I can’t believe you get to see Dr. Face and I don’t.”
At which point, even though this was kind of funny, I didn’t smile at my good fortune, instead I made murmuring sounds of sympathy for my doctor’s sad realization that she wasn’t getting the best healthcare that she wanted.
Because doctor is a nice woman, who I am sorry to report, doesn’t seem to have the right connections to get in with Dr. Face.