Here in the desert paradise of Palm Springs, we are engaged in a ritual filled with treachery, double crosses, palace coups, and near fisticuffs.
I'm speaking, of course, about the annual Homeowners Association Meeting.
In a hotly contested compromise, I was installed as one of the three board members.
Pray for me.
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Mike - I'm concerned for your eternal soul. You know the sort of diabolical shenanigans that are involved in HOA meetings! OTOH, I lived at the Hamilton, which was like a daytime soap opera in a classy retirement home. Complete with one very evil opera chorus diva... Beware Ric Cascio types... he'd light a fire at your doorstep! Remind me to tell you about how he ruined the plumbing at the SF opera house... by flushing dozens of wigs, and saying he'd misplaced them. He liked his spiky bleached look, you see.
I'm starting a novena posthaste, as soon as I decide on an appropriate saint.
My few years as a member of an HOA made me happy to become a renter again. I will say that you little condo community looks lovely, while I despised my little suburban nightmare. "It's a good investment." Prayers are with you.
Do you get to vote anyone off the island? *rubs hands in evil glee*
Dear momo: It would be our greatest wish, since there are a couple of characters who are transparently evil and greedy. But alas, that is not how HOA's work.
And thank you, Jon, Patrick and Reechard for your prayers. I'm going to need them.
As intercessor saint, might I suggest either Joseph (patron saint of social justice) or Aedh Mac Bricc/Teresa of Avila (patron saints of headache sufferers)?
Better call the fire department on that last shot!
I will pray indeed. Oh gosh ... does it never end?
Dear Michael,
I'm just traveling back in time to look at some nice photos of Palm Springs - instead of the hot car drive etc. In case you get this in present time; my trip to Oakland evaporated. Maybe another time.
Heidi
Pity the poor woman who's being targeted by Ric Cascio right now. She found my comment above and contacted me... I reassured her (?!!) that yes it really is that bad (!???) but stopped short of offering to testify in court
Which I would in a heartbeat
do you hear me Ric?
Yes, poor, mentally ill Reechard, I hear you loud and clear. Too bad you didn't bother to share with your "audience" that it was, in fact, YOU, who were ousted from the Hamilton not only for non-payment of your mortgage due to your inability to hold a job (all that cocaine and then, ultimately, crack) but because you couldn't get along with any of your neighbors. Last I heard, you were in a homeless shelter. Poor, poor Reechard. Get your facts straight, honey.
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