I’m still unable to totally shake this mood from last week 😦 The short trip was a nice escape from all the HOA Board stress. The stressor- a fellow Board member – was, of course, still around when we returned and began again his ugly totally self-serving tantrum. Our postponed Board meeting is Thursday. I’m a wreck over it. I’m fearful to go to the meeting because he seems so hostile and unlike anyone I’ve ever known or would choose to know. This guy has some real sort of I don’t know issues going on with his high and mighty self and my inner child is not wanting to be around him ever again 😦 I want to quit the Board but people have asked me to stay so we can proceed with some drainage work we are bound to complete. Problem is this new Board member – who throws the fact that he has a PH.D around as though it was a string of Mardi Gras beads – thinks he knows more than our lawyers and all the experts we interviewed and all of our hard work over the last two years…he’s being an obstructionist. He’s creating a small, but hostile, following within the community – against the Board, and we are probably going to have to kick him off the Board. I’m sorry, OK? This guy is – I want to be as kind as possible (and that’s part of my own problem)…this guy is hmmm….a fairly warped board. Within the last half hour it’s just continuing to get worse. Yes – emails from this guy YELLING AT ALL OF US 😛
I’m very stressed out. I’m unable to write any poetry or a story or do anything at all remotely resembling creative. I’m terribly sorry to be unable to get to my WordPress Reader. The meeting is Thursday evening. We watch the toddlers tomorrow morning and I plan to spend the rest of the day coloring one of my coloring pages. My coloring pages are my salvation. Wonderfully huge line arts I order from online – just beautifully relaxing. I bought a new pack of kiddie crayolas…I’m going to try the pencils that you twist and don’t have to sharpen. I’m going to fix hot fudge sundaes for dessert tomorrow. I’m going to pamper my inner child. She’s my imagination and my creativity and my playfulness so…she’s way, way worth pampering every now and then. I miss my calm little life of being happily retired. I feel like such a brat. I wish I could borrow your PH.D for the Board meeting. LOL!
Ad nauseam used to be an expression we used quite often in high school when discussing our boyfriends – “OK. I’m gonna get ad nauseam about…” and we’d all sit down to listen to the latest gf/bf break-up.