Monday, June 12, 2017
Our civic duty
Sunday was our civic association's annual meeting. In the past, these have been miserable hours, spent in a sweltering church auditorium, and they were always scheduled for the hottest, most uncomfortable day of the year.
And the agendas were long. Dear mother in heaven were they long. Blessedly this year, the rule of thumb was "be brief". Kudos to our President for keeping it quick and lively.
We go to these meetings because Cookie loves to be in the know. But we also go lest any get the bright idea to do something stupid, something that seems like a good idea at the time, but brings misery into the neighborhood.
There was a lot of that in Columbus, being so close to the University. They were always coming up with cockamamie ideas to change traffic patterns, outlaw charcoal grilles, institute grass heights of yards and the such.
"I think we should use the lot at BlahBlah Street, where the meth lab house burned down, and turn it into a Zen Garden and improve its 'chi'." Really? Before or after the EPA comes in and does their thing?
The Zen Garden was ultimately built, and within weeks we noticed a lot of feral cats in the neighborhood - more than usual prowling about. Late night brawls, howling, it was horrible.
It turned out that the Zen garden was drawing them in - a fifty by sixty foot litter box. The smell was unbearable.
Then it was a vegetable garden, although the city health department posted signs that food crops were not allowed because of the issue of fly ash, and residues from the fire, etc.
Here, we have relative calm. The bat shit insanity of this place is limited to a few bad actors, for the most part. In general this peaceable neighborhood, eccentricities and all. And this year, the Church was air conditioned, so the hall was very nice. And the business portion was conducted in an orderly fashion.
Missing from this year's meeting was the elderly man who would mishear something over the fans of previous years. A police discussion about general crime was hijacked by the old gentleman after an update on a suspected house of prostitution in another neighborhood a couple miles away caused him to stand up and pledge his support for anyone who wanted to have a hen house on their property.
Also missing was his wife, who has never been the best health. If you addressed the "body" with a concern, she would speak up, point at you and she would demand your name and address and state that "I'm keeping my eye on you." She was our own Madame Dufarge.
The other person missing was the woman who took it upon herself to become the unofficial architecture committee who would demand that residents replace shutters, repaint their houses a more reserved palette and the like. I got to put her in her place after doing some archival work, and finding that her house was not painted the color that was approved in 1926. "How can you point a finger at other people when even you got it wrong. Your house isn't "white with green blinds, is it?"
Well Missy? If you are going to point a finger at others, better make sure that there is nothing anyone else can point at you, first.
She sat down.
Our only architecture issue is that we have a review process and one house failed to get their project cleared. There was nothing wrong with the project, they just didn't make an adjustment for rainwater run off. They are fixing it, problem solved.
The only kerfuffles that got brought up came from a woman who is distaff (wife) of a retired military officer wants to make us install speed bumps, to which there was a gigantic groan. Then she insisted that we turn one street one way (second groan), and given the response, I think it will go no where faster than the cars on the street. If she wants the bullshit that happens in Homeland, she needs to move to Homeland. Guildford even, where they are all up your ass over the slightest thing, like changing your house numbers. We don't live there for a reason, people.
Other than that, it's hot. Ungodly hot. So we'll be at home, behind the hum of the air conditioners.