It seems that we’re having a battle of wills with the upstairs neighbors. Every Tuesday is trash day and when we moved in to this place they told us the system was that we rotated months for who put the garbage outside the garage for pick-up. Almost every other month since then, when it is their turn, they do not hold up their end of the bargain. More often than not, we get fed up and do it ourselves after getting home from work. Last week …

I stole that post title from George H.W. Bush and just like him, I am exaggerating.
The garden project isn’t really complete, it’s more in the state of constant upkeep which, I guess, is the general nature of a garden anyway. A garden/yard is never really “done.” This is something people don’t tell you before you buy a house or a condo with a yard. Make a note of that.

Our condo is technically on the first floor, but below us is a garage, so we’re a floor above …

Earlier this week we had our homeowners association annual meeting, the second since we moved in to our condo. Janie was working late so I was forced to attend solo. We met in the pool house and members from the other units made it safely across the parking lot where there seemed to be a sudden blast of snow, which was ridiculous because this past weekend it was beautiful and sunny and kind of warm.
The only real lesson to be learned at these meetings is that elderly people …

Janie and I have been sharing a full size bed for the length of our relationship. For six long years we’ve positioned our bodies in unnatural poses around three sleeping cats whose only responses to prodding to move are to growl. We’ve spent most of the years pressed tightly together like peas in a pod. Until Monday night.
As a birthday gift from my parents, we got a new mattress and as an anniversary gift from ourselves, we bought a bed frame. We spent the first night …

I’ve been obsessing over burglary the past few days. My sister forwarded me some information on a community meeting regarding break-ins that have been happening in our area. There have been something like 16 in the last month, and I partially blame that one police officer who I always see parked outside of Starbucks because maybe he should be patrolling the neighborhood rather than reading Martha Stewart Living and drinking his 7th mocha of the day.
I don’t deal well with the thoughts of strangers touching my things or, …