The Ties That Bind

Emotions are a powerful force.

There is no greater evidence of this than the contempt most of my fellow owners have for our developer.

How else could you explain the fact that a group of people with such strong personalities and opinions could come together for the sake of our home?

All of this despite repeated attempts to thwart the porch construction and the levying of the special assessment by our developer.

Utter contempt is such a unifying power.

That’s not to say that there isn’t a rat in the woodpile.

Maybe that’s the wrong way to phrase it---rat has so many negative connotations. Perhaps the way to phrase it would be that my blog has been the subject of conversations from someone who knows about it to other interested parties.

While this blog is no secret to most of my neighbors, someone’s been talking. But then of course, I knew that was going to happen. I counted on it happening.

I could truthfully give a rat’s ass who spilled the beans. You can’t put out a blog on the World Wide Web and not expect others not to eventually find out about its existence.

This blog receives hit from people---how shall I put this---who don’t necessarily have the association’s best interests at heart. Deadbeat former owners, the infamous "Attorney At Law" and our developer’s lawyer all may be popping in to take a peek ever so often.

No worries, all are welcome. As a matter of fact, I’d like to give those cats a big Woodlawn “howdy” from me to you.

You know how they say the truth will set you free? The truth, especially a well documented one, also happens to be an absolute defense. Funny how that works, no?

But I digress…

Wading through the delights of condominium building management this past year has at times brought out the somewhat crabby side of all of our personalities.

Nothing too serious----pissing here, moaning there, spirited meetings, a few raised voices, eye rolling, a tinge of attitude. Despite that everyone knew that in order to get financially healthy, we were going to have to dig down and bite the bullet for at least two years. The first year was going to be the toughest but afterwards it would start to get better.

Just think of two cats spitting and hissing as they circle each other but neither is seriously interested in fighting. That’s pretty much how it went.

Until now.