I need a pedicure. Desperately. And tomorrow I’m going to the beach. So there will be toe nail polish. Oh, and this is something that I don’t do for myself. This is something I like to contract out. Yeah, I need this pedicure and I will have it. Do not underestimate a determined mother.
I sort of act as den mother for my condo association. Which sucks for them, as lordy, I can barely manage my own life, let alone the residential matters of five other units. But here I am. Maybe it’s because I’m the oldest mother in the place. Maybe it’s my sparkling wit and charm. Yeah, probably not that. Who knows?
In September 2009, a month before my daughter died, my condo initiated almost $20K of tuckpointing work. I wrangled five units to both agree to a contractor and cough up the dough to pay for the work. A month before my daughter died. Kind of sucks, no? We had been prattling on about the need for the work and quibbling about contractors and estimates for over a year. But when push comes to shove, I got it done. The same needs to happen today.
I learned yesterday that the City was threatening to turn off the water to our condo. Why? Because the sink hole at our front curb, the same freaking sink hole I’ve been calling the City about for fourteen months. Sigh. City tells me they’ve been communicating that the problem is ours for over six weeks, but with no response. Seriously, people?
When push comes to shove, I will handle this too. From the beach with my toes freshly painted? Why? Because I am a determined mother. Apparently, I am a determined den mother as well.