“I’m not what you think I am. You’re what you think I think I am.”

Saw this meme on Facebook in the first person that came to mind was Andy. In his mind, I was definitely everything he was and that he wanted me to be, which was part of why our friendship couldn’t work.

He parked up the hill when he got in at around 4 yesterday and then decided around 7 that if they hadn’t moved the barricades he was coming in anyway because Candy needs to be charged at night. Turns out people were getting impatient since it was after 6, so they moved the barricades themselves.

Not sure it was really worth spending the time and money, not to mention putting people out, to coat the roads here. When I was out walking, you could still tell where all the cuts were that they made during other annoying projects, and none of the cracks were filled in. All they did was make everything the same color. It’s kind of an ugly one, if you ask me because it’s so dark. It still looks better than it did before.

They worked on and off for about 7 hours. The huge blowers that looked like they were pushing these generators around, were moderately loud, but the seal coater wasn’t that loud. Jackhammers and woodchippers are way louder. When they had all their equipment turned off, it was dead quiet since no one could drive by. You’d think it was 4am or something.

From a distance, it looked like a giant mop mopping the road and I learned how the process was done just by watching. Didn’t smell inside the house but it was a little smelly outside. I took pictures to share with Tom and on Facebook.

The thing is that I know they’ll find something else to do in the roads before we know it. There’s always some shit going on here. They haven’t painted the speed bumps yet so that’s one more thing I’ll have to deal with and hope it doesn’t wake me up, depending on when they get to that. I’d like to say I hope this will be it for a while but I’m sure it won’t be. If it isn’t the park doing something loud and obnoxious, it will be one of the residents.

On my way back, Bob was sweeping behind his garage. I said hello and asked what he was up to. In a grumpy tone, he said, “Picking up this mess!”

I told him they made a mess of our carport as well and Tom had to blow it off.

Yesterday really got me missing country living and while there would certainly be positive things to that, I still don’t know if it’s wise for an aging couple to just go off the grid.

I also have mixed emotions about Florida’s climate vs. Nevada’s. I really want to live in a more tropical climate that’s warmer year-round but I’d worry about storms waking me up regularly and evacuations and shit like that for hurricanes, and we don’t know how living there may affect our health. There’s just no way to magically know this without living there for a while.

While I wouldn’t have to worry about this in the desert, it gets colder there than a lot of people think. I don’t want to go anywhere where it’s cold, even if it was only for a couple of months.

The mama’s boy has already been making up for lost time, as I knew it would. Came in earlier, though not at 6:30. It made one of today’s three trips beginning at 7:45.

I messaged Carolyn and told her that if they’re on vacation, they picked the right time for that, and mentioned how noisy it’s been and the pictures I posted. They’re in Alturas because their daughter and SIL opened a grocery outlet. They’ll be back this evening.