Well, that's done

Tuesday night's condo association meeting wasn't THAT bad, after all.

Oh, it was bad. Old Mr. B. can't hear and can't focus, but that didn't stop him from talking ... and talking ... and talking. Kathy and Pedro argued about which of them is better suited to lead us poor, benighted unit owners. Al the Building Manager had no real answers to anyone's questions. And I'm sooooo beyond caring.

But there are bright spots. We were joined by two long-time owners who previously haven't bothered showing up. Lawanda is quiet, but she had credibility and didn't just speak to hear herself speak. Brian, who has been full of questions about how the association works, surprised me by actually getting involved and running for a spot on the board. He won. Yea!

Plumbing Lady didn't bother to show up. I guess the Saturday evening voicemail I left her had some impact. I told her that once she determined what was causing her sink to back up, then I would talk to her about my liability, if any. That I am not doing anything because my sink is just fine. And that I'd be happy to discuss the situation (her word) longer at Tuesday night's meeting. Which, as I say, she didn't attend.

I still missed the State of the Union address and Redford night on TCM and quality time with my good old cat, Joey. But hopefully I wont' have to attend another of these dismal affairs until June.