Okay. This is absolutely insane. I have no business plucking together a post, but I just love to stumble around with words and make sense with them and my life.

Um, that sounded like I might be having a bad day, which couldn't be further from the truth. Um, or is it farther from the truth. I'm too lazy today to edit. It seems like so much of life is about editing ourselves and I'm kinda-sorta letting go of that.

Last night was a chapter from Mr. Toad's wild ride.

Midnight was approaching when Neighbor Olivia called. Her mother was stranded at the front of Clifftops where we live. It's *gated* (yeah, like Bob Boukie and his band of marauders are gonna be detained by a slender slat of wood), but in this instance the slender slat of wood presented serious problems.

Because Olivia writes about her naughty pancreas on Facebook, I don't think she'll mind me mentioning that last night we had a mini-emergency because her insulin pump malfunctioned. Her mother drove from Nashville and couldn't get inside our gated community. Ooooooh, the quips of irony I could use to fill an entire post about this conundrum.




Olivia


The three women (including myself) that live under this roof of ours, are all night owls, so when Olivia called just before midnight, I still sounded pretty chipper. She sounded awful. She explained the dilemma. I dashed to my car to help get her mother past the security gate. As I drove, I noticed I was panting a bit. Um, I forgot my portable oxygen, but it wasn't like I'd just landed on Mars. My lungs recovered.

Anyway, the gate was not about to lift, so we drove in through the exit where for some reason the gate was lifted. Yes, we make it as difficult to leave Clifftops as we do to get in.

After we returned home at mighnight-ish, I noticed that Willow was doing laundry. The insanity! Told ya we're all night owls.

The drama continued when 3 times during the night we lost power. This ordinarily wouldn't be a problem except my oxygen concentrator has a screeching alarm.

The property manager of Clifftops is one of my favorite people. He called this morning and apologized profusely. He'd had his phone with him last night and couldn't understand how he missed my call. I'd left a non-angry message that focused on concern for emergency access. I wasn't the least bit annoyed because last night's emergency had a satisfactory resolution, but one wonders if I hadn't been home what would've happened. I would like to think Olivia's mother would've driven right through the gate. I know I would have.

I should add that despite my poking fun at our gated community, I am very truly appreciative of the security - even if it's a tad false. :)

Happy Friday everyone. After I make a half-hearted attempt at housework etc, I'm headed to Mountain Goat Market to have lunch with my book club buddies whom I adore!