Condo Chronicles

People are beginning the thin out here in snowbird land.
Our bi-weekly Sunday social gathering (bring a drink and perhaps a munchie to share) in the clubhouse was a paltry ten people. Some of the regulars were on a trip, others out of town for some other reason, and some have already left for their homes up north. Still, I was able gather information about some of the happenings in our complex.

          Our next-door neighbor’s sale of her condo fell through. Not good at all since she’s knee-deep in building a house. There are two other units for sale in our building that aren’t selling either (No, our building was not constructed on a cursed burial ground. . I don’t think.), so good thing we’re happy where we are. This may be less a comment on the economy and be more about the glut of building, and therefore available housing, around us.

          A friend in another building relayed her harrowing tale of hearing scrabbling noises in her air conditioning unit. After a restless night, and rushing out to buy a trap, she took a deep breath and a flashlight and went to investigate. There in the claustrophobic area housing the innards of her HVAC system she saw - - not the rat she’d been expecting, but a tiny owl.

          And speaking of wildlife, some lame brain goofus has been leaving chunks of carrots in the shrubbery around our complex. As soon as I find them I hurl them into the nearby woods. After a stern statement on our Facebook page they seem to have stopped. Yes, we have bunnies hopping around here, but they're doing just fine without our help.

          And there’s a reason for all those rat traps by the dumpsters.