I started washing my living room ceiling and walls this morning in prep for painting it but my energy ran out before I finished. I did about 2/3 of the ceiling, and the narrow wall behind the TV, but just got too tired to continue. I'll try to finish it tomorrow but may have to go back to Lowes for more TSP. The paneling seems to have a dirty orange sheen coming off and I can't wait to get the ceiling painted white and the walls yellow.
A notice came with the rent statement for the coming month, informing the residents that lot inspections will begin the first of April. The dreaded weed police! But wait, there's more! The condition of paint on home, shed, mailbox, etc. will be noted, as well as any containers, ladders and such that may not be left outdoors. I have my son Joe's extension ladder in the back of the house and doubt that it will fit in the shed, so I guess it will have to go back to Joe.
If I could I would get the hell out of this mobile home park and never again live in a gated community of any kind. The location is ideal though, which is the best thing about it. That, and the fact that I have no place else to go. I like the house well enough and feel safe and comfortable in it, but I hate the constant obsession with rules, especially when enforced in an arbitrary manner. The man who lives on one side of me has long hair and can be a little bit of a smart aleck sometimes, and the management here makes sure he is dinged for every little "infraction", while others skate by with the same things. He is a perfectly nice and helpful neighbor, and I hate to see either one of us being discriminated against. I would rather see a ladder in someone's back yard than 100 garden gnomes in another's postage stamp sized front yard.
I thought I could just drive up to the elephant park at San Andres, but today when I looked online to find out the hours of operation I found that they are only open 1 day a month and you evidently need reservations. In addition, the elderly woman who ran the park died a week or so ago, so I wonder how that will change things. Her partner is still living, but whether he will remain in control of the park is not certain.
Several people commented on my post yesterday regarding zoos. I don't like zoos and will probably never visit one again, but there are some that perform a valuable service for the animals. In an recent episode of Houston Animal Cops the SPCA confiscated a number of wild animals from a "roadside zoo" in a nearby county. The animals included a tiger and several bears that spent their lives in captivity, in cages so small they could not stand up and could barely turn around.
The tiger ended up at a zoo, and to see that animal leave his enclosure and venture outdoors had me in tears. He was so afraid, and never had walked on grass, but he finally made it to a small stream where he promptly went for a dip. When taken to the SPCA quarters, the bears were housed each with a large oval galvanized tub, and each one of them saw the tub and immediately got into the water, splashing like kids. These bears were also taken by a couple of different zoos and nature preserves where they could spend the rest of their lives in a natural habitat. None could have been turned into the wild, and the zoos made them relatively happy and comfortable for the rest of their lives. So it's a mixed bag, in my estimation, but as always there are at least two sides to every story. I feel that humans who treat these beautiful animals with such cruelty should be locked up for life.
I really wanted to drive someplace this weekend and get away from the city, but now I'm not sure where I would go. Dang.
I'm also wondering what the effects of sequestration, assuming it will happen, will have on the operation of Lassen National Park. I'm sure there will be noticeable effects, and I'm afraid maintenance will be the first thing to go.
Even with the uncertainties and problems in my life, today was a beautiful day. I did get a little bit accomplished and I feel great!
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