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Today was the monthly condo board meeting.

I read my carefully prepared Financial Report. Carefully prepared by our professional management.

Then we proceeded to wade through the matters of concern for the last month and the month upcoming.

This would include the matter of hedge height, 6 or 8 feet tall. Enough to see the view but not be seen by adjoining units. The request for a new tree at 1125 which we deferred. The use of leaf blowers, a perennial issue for people who are annoyed as shit at the sound until they find out how much it would cost to have the gardeners rake by hand. Landscaping concerns, always the longest dreariest part of the meeting. A lot of "not in my yard" here. Or "I will cut the fucking bushes the way I want them even if they do not belong to me".

The issues around pool maintenance, the concerns about "illegal" outdoor lights installed by owners on association owned structure and so on.

There is an ongoing issue with one owner who is a nuisance (nude bathing, assault and battery and so on).

We discussed the use of the regulation tennis courts for a newish game called pickle ball. New striping or striping overlaying the tennis striping. I sit this one out. The mind boggles.

The best part was my report which showed our expenditures 20 dollars off the budgeted amount. Unheard of. A fluke. But one that I claim responsibility for. A hill climbed with out any effort on my part. Next month we could be going in the shitter because roof repairs come due. My moment in the sun.

That is about it.

We had a good turnout. 25-30 people. No one with pitchforks or torches.

I like doing this. It is interesting and I like my fellow members.

In fact, I like the owners who show up.

I make jokes which is appreciated. Not at anyone's expense. It just comes out. I am too old and have had too much experience to take any of this too seriously. Just enough.

I realized today that my Dad was always the Treasurer of things he was part of. The school board, the church. He was forever counting money at the house.

I do not do that today. It is all checks and bank accounts somewhere. Invisible.

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