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I wasn't dreading yesterday's condo meeting but I wasn't particularly looking forward to it either. It was astoundingly productive. We decided to hire a management company, appointed an interim board, decided to fire our idiot accountant, and settled on a bid for the tuckpointing. Still lots of details to hammer out, and uncomfortable number of which rely on the cooperation of the outgoing president, but there's more energy going into setting this organisation to rights than I've seen for a long time. Some of it is coming from new owners, but a some is from us oldies seeing a long wished-for opportunity for progress.
Right into the middle of it, Scooter's wife dropped a bombshell. "Scooter is moving out," she said through tears. After a moment of stunned silence, we went back to business. Afterwards I offered both of them our assistance, him via text. We've long known about the tensions between them--it's impossible not to when you basically share a living room for half the year--but I've seen weaker unions survive worse.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu's often lent Scooter a sympathetic ear, but he didn't breathe a word of this.
No one did more to keep up that building than him and it'll be a bit of a scramble to make alternative arrangements. Hiring managers will help, but unless one of the other owners really wants to cut the grass, I guess we'll be shopping for landscapers, too, because damned if I'm going to be doing that in addition to all the planting, pruning, weeding, watering, and so forth. That still leaves all the minor repairs and ordinary maintenance, of course.
And if the split is permanent, I can't see how Scooter's wife can stay in a place as expensive as ours (not unless one of them has a well-off lover in the wings). That would be big, suddenly losing the neighbours we share two walls and a deck with. (Or gradually, depending on how hard the unit will end up being to shift.) 2015, you are not making yourself an easy year to love.
Right into the middle of it, Scooter's wife dropped a bombshell. "Scooter is moving out," she said through tears. After a moment of stunned silence, we went back to business. Afterwards I offered both of them our assistance, him via text. We've long known about the tensions between them--it's impossible not to when you basically share a living room for half the year--but I've seen weaker unions survive worse.
monshu's often lent Scooter a sympathetic ear, but he didn't breathe a word of this.No one did more to keep up that building than him and it'll be a bit of a scramble to make alternative arrangements. Hiring managers will help, but unless one of the other owners really wants to cut the grass, I guess we'll be shopping for landscapers, too, because damned if I'm going to be doing that in addition to all the planting, pruning, weeding, watering, and so forth. That still leaves all the minor repairs and ordinary maintenance, of course.
And if the split is permanent, I can't see how Scooter's wife can stay in a place as expensive as ours (not unless one of them has a well-off lover in the wings). That would be big, suddenly losing the neighbours we share two walls and a deck with. (Or gradually, depending on how hard the unit will end up being to shift.) 2015, you are not making yourself an easy year to love.
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